Mummy brought out a beautifully iced cake. Anthony and I, dressed in white communion frocks that Mummy made, waited with our friends and their parents. There’s a story about this cake. Mummy had baked it for our First Holy Communion, but Dad, thinking it was a random cake, cut a huge slice when he got home fromwork. I cried! Mummy measured the cut, baked a matching piece, and patched it up. Our First Holy Communion turned into a birthday bash! My early birthdays were a blast for me - biscuits, handmade clothes, and lots of friends like Harold, Michael Bruce, Amma Poku, Naana, Collins, and more. I was born in London on 6th February 1964, at the South London Hospital for Women in Clapham, London, right opposite the Clapham South tube station. My parents, Albert Kofi Dickson and Patricia Ama Sika Dickson, of blessed memory, were immigrant students. Initially, my Beginnings My Clapham, LONDON 4 The Birthday Journal
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