Everything is illusory. You cannot label something and feel that that is the beginning, middle, and end of it.
You become really ugly when you become very superficial and self-obsessed.
I was born in 1954. My parents were brought up in the war years, and life was hard.
I have a calling in my soul, if you like, to try to make my life in some way worthwhile. What is the value of my existence?
HIV/AIDS has no boundaries.
I want to branch out. I want to write. I write poetry. I want to see my children grow up well.