As teenager living on a countryside road, on weekends watched young African boys passing by the low wired fence en route to the Kyalami Golf course. In my adult life, the infatuation became a reality by my advertising agent insisting to join him. Grew into a poker player's addiction, until the psychological effects emerged. I watched like a yard dog, the bounds otherwise annihilated in a mental clutter. Morphing a stated of facts in my personality that I was competing with myself. The arrogance of power seekers, weren't bringing me happiness, but my young boys abiding by a natural learning.
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