8230;touching lives, sharing the arts and giving ideas to the world. On a strange road, we met. As strange as the tide goes. Both looking the other way. A cool, dry harmattan wind. I remember quite well,. The soft tap of those shoes. As they hit the tarred earth. But I must have heard your heartbeat. Yea yours, not mine. Pounding and yearning to jump out. And with a strange intuition.

However, some feelings about flights never fade or change. I see politics as a dirty game, and I have some detest and disregard for politicians. However, I am a political being.