Some may call it a testimony, others, a life story. Whatever it may be, it’s an ongoing journey, often without a map and with a guide who seems to bunk-off just when you’d really like clear directions.
At some point in my life, I eventually realised that the tickets I had in my hand were no longer valid and my destination had been changed. Writing about the itinerary I’ve had and the new one I seem to have been issued could take a while and it’d be presumptuous of me to assume others would want to read it. Nevertheless, as a personal discipline, and as a crude guide to who and what I am, I’ll put down the edited highlights for posterity.