I have just watched Zulu film of the 1900s, a year after I was born.
It brings back my love of South Africa and the strength of the Zulu people. We, the western world have made this country so corrupt but maybe, in time, they would have got there on their own.
I have a massive draw for South Africa, not just because my beloved Liesel came from there, but because it is a beautiful country.
If I move there, there will be the issue of flies biting me but, if you could look at me now, my legs and arms are like a volcano, all scared and weeping.
Maybe, I will just have to take that all on the chin, dump just about everything and put the rest in a container. I will keep Verity’s bike, the bike that I taught her to ride on in the Warren and maybe even her battery quad bike too but everything else will have to go.
I can easily resurrect my visa application and so maybe the future for me is in a place where I have a number of kind people and not in my own country where people are going to stab me in the back