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One of my favourite bedtime storybook. Only mine had a yellow cover. I remember my dad an African Man sitting with my sister and I reading us a bedtime story from Uncle Arthur's collection. That image simply goes against the typical stereotype image of the traditional African fathers who is to be feared by the whole household. The only time he interactes with his children is to administer a beating. Well that was not my Daddy he taught me to dream, he would allow me to over work my imagination till I feel asleep exhausted from thinking about the many things I would be. He made me believe I could be anything I wanted to be. Chido and I are his little princesses even today. I remember Mum being my very first donor for our very first project idea, that we adapted from one of the bedtime stories. To throw a Christmas party for the children's ward in Mvurwi the town we stayed in at the time.
One of my favourite bedtime storybook. Only mine had a yellow cover. I remember my dad an African Man sitting with my sister and I reading us a bedtime story from Uncle Arthur's collection. That image simply goes against the typical stereotype image of the traditional African fathers who is to be feared by the whole household. The only time he interactes with his children is to administer a beating. Well that was not my Daddy he taught me to dream, he would allow me to over work my imagination till I feel asleep exhausted from thinking about the many things I would be. He made me believe I could be anything I wanted to be. Chido and I are his little princesses even today. I remember Mum being my very first donor for our very first project idea, that we adapted from one of the bedtime stories. To throw a Christmas party for the children's ward in Mvurwi the town we stayed in at the time. Inspired by
Uncle Arthur
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