A Tale from Africa

This Post is the third and last one of a trilogy and I want to ask the reader to be patient and first read the other two.  The three Posts have to be read in conjunction with each other for the overall picture of the theme.  The first and second have just been published and you will find them at Mark the Twain and A Long Walk to Freedom

 This one is about our children.

We have a daughter almost at the very top of her profession in England; she will get to the top step of the ladder with her next move and is abiding her time and enjoys traveling all over after years of studying.  She has not decided to marry yet.

Then there is our son.  He is in his late thirties and his life is [and has been] the basis of this story and Africa today.

He is as he calls it “at the top of the heap” in his profession and when I spoke to him a few years ago about relocating to America where I once upon a time wanted to send him he said that there “he would have to start again at the bottom of the heap” and that he is happy here.

He married a lady a good few years older than himself; she has a son not much younger than he is and there probably won’t be any children from the marriage.

But I am the adopted Grandfather of four children of Africa and their mother.  I am going to give them other names than their real ones but these names like their real ones are standard in much of South Africa today, not fully but much indeed.

I am tired now and need some sleep.  So I shall leave you with just a little teaser before I have to retire and continue the tale tomorrow or another day.

The mother, Susan is what would be called here a brown woman in her early forties, barely educated but a real nice human being; too much fun but mostly always a smile or the hearty natural laugh of her kind; and I should hasten to add, that though scholastic education lacked she was not stupid; in fact I would say if I have to summarize that Susan needed just a small opportunity; she also needed the right one and found it with our son.  Susan grabbed it with both hands heart and soul and is proudly holding on with determination as you have rarely seen.

If things unforeseen do not interfere this countrywoman will in ten years from now have at least two, or maybe three, of her children with University degrees and the oldest daughter will be a much sought after young managerial executive in the leisure industry.

I have to get some sleep now but will be back momentarily.

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3 Responses to “A Tale from Africa”

  1. Mark the Twain « Ike Jakson’s Blog Says:

    […] While I get the links ready when they have all been published you may page to anyone with the aid of the arrows that WordPress provide at the top of the Post right above the heading; it takes but one click but the links are A Long Walk to Freedom and A Tale from Africa […]

  2. Briar UK Says:

    I lke yoiur Post.

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