Ain’t No Place to Call Home

by Kruz Aibrahms Not many of us can claim having more than ten homes while growing up yet I had sixteen by the age of thirty. This was due to my father’s vagrant duty stints.  He was a cop with uncompromising loyalty to his master. In the sixties, transfers were the order of the day for policemen.  We never … Continue reading Ain’t No Place to Call Home