Two days ago the husband and I sacrificed lunch to visit the exhibitions held at the ICC in celebration of His Majesty's birthday. Out of all the pictures that were placed throughout the halls, I like this one the best. I like it the most because I know my grandfather was part of this procession. If only the picture was wider.
I grew up to fascinating stories of grandfather's derring-do. Of course, the stories mostly originated from my grandmother/father/aunties/uncles, so if they had glossed them over, do excuse them for thinking he was larger than life.
I am after all my grandfather's granddaughter and I believe their stories.
My grandfather passed away in 1994. There are times when I look within myself to find similarities between a grandfather and his granddaughter and perhaps I will never have the occasion to take a bullet for this country, but me and To' Bah, we are not afraid of colours and we have a great deal of style.
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