I’ve spent so many years running on a ţreadmill that went nowhere … working hard with work that I made hard, which inevitably was hardly working. Confused? I was once too 😅
Today that’s how he identified who he was when I asked if I was talking to the young immature Mali that I used to know. I was moved to tears because I knew that of all the things that I have done wrong, at least I’d done one thing right.
It took my brother Atene’s accident to bring us together and for me to communicate with my family …… I’ve spent the past 2 weeks doing way I should’ve always done – taken time for people I love 😍