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  As humans, we seem to have a natural predilection to put one foot in front of the other, and then to do the same with the other foot and keep repeating the process. This has been a part of what you could call our nature, from the time we learn to walk. We have been on the move, trying to locate the horizon, you might say. However, the incentive for the majority of our species who have been on the move for thousands of years, has never simply been a matter of curiosity. For the majority of us, it has never been a simply matter of us wanting to know what is on the other side of the track, the river, the mountain or the ocean. At the beginning of our history we were probably too afraid of straying far or too far away from home.  We were afraid of the unknown, of what was out there and over there. Especially when be found out that there were other peoples like us in existence, and that they presented a threat and a danger to us. No, it was necessity that compelled, forced and coerced us

  Their son would demonstrate good evidence of having matured and making persistent attempts to live a better and more responsible life than he had led prior to his incarceration.  That he would pursue a path of mostly being honest and open, in what he saw as the right circumstances, about having been incarcerated.  That he would, again, return to using some kind of illicit drugs, which, he would argue, he is doing for ...for social reasons. Meaning that he was using it, but that he was not addicted to using it.  They, Nzuri and Mfanyakazi, would not have know, on that first evening of their son being freed, that he would have started using drugs and then suddenly stopped doing so, of his own accord.  Though not before rebelling against the "written agreement or contract" that his dad, Mfanyakazi.  Would at some point later, be insisting that he agreed to and sign. Before he would be allowed leave his hostel accommodation and came to live with them.  After his probation offic

  Sometime later she began to again complain of her shoulders paining her.  So my dearest undertook to rub her shoulders with some Ibuprofen, and endeavour for which my dear mother thank her. During the time we spent with my dear mother on her Birthday,  I endeavoured to do a bit of video call to some of her relatives. But this was only partly successful, with her being able to speak briefly with one of her daughters, one of her granddaughters, and one of her grandsons. Was my dear mother's 101st Birthday different from all her others?  Yes, I do believe that it was. Not only because, due to the Covid pandemic lockdown, she was only able to be visited by two of her relatives, and did not have a birthday party. But because she had the benefit of me reading her a Psalms, which I have not done for decades. Did she enjoyed her Birthday, and, if so, more than others she has had? Well, that I cannot really answer, though I would like to think or believe that she had done so. Despite her