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hic!!! - Hi Rosie - I am so sorry to hear of your parents hard ships - but on the lighter side, Fats Goveia played goalie for our Parker Primary soccer team - (+-1963!) He was so good looking that I cut out his photo from our local newspaper, the Broken Hill Observer, and placed it in a locket around my neck and wore it for years afterwards!!!! I met him a few years before he died and he actually blushed, when I told him the above!!!

Life's too short not to forgive (whatever the circumstances) - and remember, the wheel always turns.

hI rOSIE,

i'M SO SORRY T

I went to the Dominican Convent in Woodlands, Lusaka (1975-80)but found your site because I am looking for information on Theo Goveia. This man (is he a man or a devil) has just contributed to the loss of my parent's thirty years of hard work building and running Gwabi Lodge near Chirundu in the Zambezi Valley, Zambia. After grabbing the business, (lots of corruption and injustice involved and from I hear, Goveia was instrumental) Goveia retained my parents as managers (what a laugh), but my father caught TB of the spine and lay immobile in the mission hospital for seven months. During this time, Goveia (in journalist-speak, only convicted criminals are referred to by their surnames) decided to turf my 70 year old mother out of the job, and so the accommodation, which meant she spent weeks camping on the banks of the Kafue River with my sister. We think Mugabe is evil. He is nothing compared to this Goveia (whose brother Fats, by comparison, was lovely). I do not wish harm on anyone who has hurt me because I can forgive them. But I cannot forgive anyone who has hurt my loved ones.

John Seal
Were you with Colonel Annand at Chalimbana?
You might like to e-mail me at colincarlin@tiscali.co.uk
Colin Carlin
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Enough of our foolish youth! What came next? I came over to England to study for a degree in London and then went out to Northern Rhodesia as an Education Officer and was posted to Chalimbana Training College to train
teachers - I had only done a few weeks teaching practice as part of my own training. Talk about the blind leading the blind! But that was the way of it in those days - and I don't think we did too badly! Comments please...

kills - should read skills and trip the light fantastic!

My husband has promised me a new keyboard - my 15 year old daugher has also promised not to drink coke over the key board!!!!!

Hi Colin and John,

Had a giggle at the reference to "Strip the willow" and "Dashing white sergeant"

After a short stint in Wales, came back in 1965 on the 'Windsor Castle' on route to Zambia and although only 15, was allowed to the 'Captains Ball'.

At the time, could only rock n' roll/do the bosonova/ limbo etc - and remembering feeling like a fish out of water when asked to dance by an officer - I decided that, come what may - I'd learn - every dance step I could.

When I got to boarding school in Salisbury in 1966 - I eagerly enrolled in ALL the dancing classes available.

Sadly todate, have not used the dancing kills taught to me - Maybe we should meet John and trip the light fantatic!!!

Apparently, there is no one down this lane..either they don't know about this site, or they can't place me. Either way, it's a dire shame. Anyway, thanks for keeping me on your page for so long!