摘要
IT was precisely 50 years ago that my parents put me,a skinny but carefree eight-year-old kid,aboard an aeroplane at Nairobi’s Embakasi Airport and sent me away to a boarding school in England.Unlike Rudyard Kipling,who was destined not to see his mother for f ive years after he had been sent from India for a dose of English schooling,I was reunited with my family at least once every year for the next 10 years.I was one of the lucky ones.
TT was precisely 5o years ago that my parents put me, a skinny but carefree eight-year-old kid, aboard an aeroplane at Nairobi＇s Embakasi Airport and sent me away to a boarding school in England. Unlike Rudyard Kipling,who was destined not to see his mother for five years after he had been sent from India for a dose of English schooling, I was reunited with my family at least once every year for the next 10 years. I was one of the lucky ones.
