Quite a few years ago I was walking down the high street with a friend and he pointed out a man on the other side of the road, explaining that he used to play rugby with him. He was quite distinctive in the fact that he was very tall and well-built, sporting neat dreadlocks and had quite broad facial features. He instantly reminded me of a member of the New Zealand ‘All Blacks’ rugby team.
Since that moment, this man has appeared in my life frequently. He and his partner lived around the corner from our old house and he would leave his property at the same time every morning, so we often drove past him on the way to work. A few years ago he started to leave the house with a small child in tow, and then a little while later a second child followed. Continue reading
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