Chip of the Old Bloc'
Isn't it fascinating how children grow up, vowing never to become like their parents, "when I grow up I will allow my kids lick as much ice-cream they want to'. However as if drawn by an invisible hand we end up gravitating towards Chief O, Mr. O or Dr. O. Becoming mini versions of our folks. Driving through the dusty desert roads of Khartoum with my dad, I swore time without number that I would never listen to the news (BBC News) when I grew up. I disliked the news because he wouldn't let me listen to my KrissKross tape in the car. Driving to work this morning, I found myself listening to NPR paying keen attention to the debates in congress like my life depended on it. Then like a light bulb it struck me I have become him. The Apple never falls too far from the tree, shey?
