I am a dejected soul. Were it not for the COVID-19 scourge, Saturday would have been the greatest day of my life. I was to play host to a dozen young men and ladies, like-minded professionals who had come up with a brilliant idea of forming a self-help group. Let me explain:
At the start of this year, my friend Kidiavai Gaynut, a fine young man renowned for his constant state of equanimity called 12 of us to a New Year’s party, but it wasn’t a normal party. I noted at first that there was no booze, ladies were also conspicuously missing, apart from the ones invited. All signs of a serious endeavour.