HOW A RUMOUR ALMOST ENDED MY SCHOOL DAYS
The other day, I met a former colleague of my late father. The now very elderly man, Mzee Mpogolo—presumably in his late 90s—is nevertheless still remarkably sharp-minded. After the usual formal greetings, he wanted to know whether I was still involved in music. Naturally, I told him that apart from enjoying listening to music, I…
