One of the worst things of working as a carer is that people you become close to over several years finally succumb to illness or the vagaries of old age. One of my most gorgeous clients passed last night. Professional boundaries prevent me from writing much about her. Suffice to note that over 40 years ago she was one of the movers and shakers in women coming into their own in University Life, Professional Development and Australian society. Over the past years dementia took hold but she still enjoyed life and conversing about world affairs and music, in between episodes of what we used to call lunacy.
Long time agonist readers will know of my infatuation with womens’ issues on the African continent. I was pleased to read this The Buffalo departed. It helped console my grief. Women pilgrims both who crossed the old ways and saw the new ways. I wonder what the buffalo would think of the lekker teenagers in Zimbabwe today.
My client sang this with me often: Vale A.
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