eaving Africa was never in the plan. Having traveled to Nigeria in 1980 on the wings of what surely must have been one of God’s angels temporarily on loan to me, we spent seven years living and working at Ahmadu Bellow University in Zaria, Kaduna State, Nigeria. It was one of the most enlightening periods of my life.

I like to think that I am a very modest man who seldom takes the time to blow his own horn. I was raised this way by the woman that this drawing pays tribute to. My mother was a great lady, strong and true with a deep seated believe in the goodness of people.