It seems like yesterday that I was sitting on the veranda at my Kenyan friend’s house celebrating turning 23. But it wasn’t yesterday, it was 365 days ago and tomorrow I will turn 24.
After thinking about last year, I started thinking about the year before and the year before and the year before that and ended up on quite the nostalgic voyage. Thinking then turned to searching; searching my father’s study for old photos. Ah the pre-digital age, when all developed photos, no matter how bad they were, were neatly put into binders.
A michelin-man lookalike baby, things improved as I learnt how to walk and was weaned off what must have been steroid milk. ‘Ah I was quite sweet, what were my siblings talking about’…I thought as I leafed through the fifth family album. But then, then I found this:
I’m not going to be taking another trip down memory lane for a while, and am never letting my mother pick out an outfit for me again!