Where to begin? How can I say what’s in my heart, tell readers what it was like to be taught by you, Aunty? I want to give a sense of what you gave and I’m sorry if it sounds like cheap melodrama or self-indulgence. I can’t figure out how to word this without constantly referring to myself and it sounds as if I was your only student. You were a nation’s teacher. A world’s. ….

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