Elohor Kincaid
To my dear departed uncle. I hardly know where to start. Some of my earliest memories of you are form the late 60s early 70s, when I was about 5/5 years old. My parents, my brother and I, would drive down from Muswell Hill in north London where we lived, to come and see you, aunty and our cousins. I always looked forward to these visits. The years passed, and by the mid-70s, you’d all relocated to Nigeria (settling in...