by Robbo Bennetts

I could not believe my eyes when my mother stood up and walked towards me. Mum had died years earlier. When she was alive, she was in a wheelchair and I never saw her walk. But this wasn't my mother. It was her sister Elsie, who I hadn’t seen for forty years. For a bewildering moment, though, I had thought it was mum. Auntie Elsie extended her hand and said, "Welcome to Africa."

by Robbo Bennetts

It must be safe after 32 years to mention a high school affair of the heart.

For most of my secondary schooling I went to a private school. In an all-boys setting opportunities for romance were limited. The only person attracted to me during that period was my English teacher in Form 3. One day he fondled my chest in full view of the rest of the class.