Remembering Dad
My trip home last summer was the hardest one I’ve ever made. Loliwe was playing in the car on that tough car ride home from the airport.
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An Ode to my Dad
I haven’t forgotten, Dad, about our long silent trips to school on the dusty road to Masaiti.
I haven’t forgotten about how the car would break down and you would recruit the locals to help change the tire. I would be embarrassed, but it would also make me giggle because it was typical you.