How it all began It wasn't but eleven years ago, 1973, when my parents, the late Theodore Kwaku Asamoah and Rachel Asamoah, proudly looked at me, their beautiful new-born baby girl, in faraway London. Having left their five other children back home in Ghana, in 1968 & 1971, as they came in search of greener pastures, it felt good to be holding at least one baby. However, soon they would have to make the heart wrenching but convenient decision of sending me back to Ghana at the tender age of sevenweeks; formy parents had only lived in London a few years by then, and were yet to properly document their stay. The pride on my grandmother's face, when I was first handed to her, as she danced around with me in her arms, probably singing, “abrokyire ba,” “abrokyire ba.” It was lovely being brought Jennifer : Journey Of Identity The pride on my grandmother’s face, when I was first handed to her, as she danced around with me in her arms, probably singing, “abrokyire ba,” “abrokyire ba.” It was lovely being brought up by grandmother, grandfather and auntie, who were so protective and loving of me. “ “ 6 The Birthday Journal
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