Kenneth Cole – Ei1 min read
I was raised in a home that was constantly void of affection and experienced a constant change of nannies and house helps. They were the faces that remained constant for the period they were allowed to stay. My parents both held key positions in the organisations they worked and they were more involved at their work places than at home. My siblings and I were always put on strict schedules hence, never giving us the opportunity to make friends. The nannies and house helps were also instructed to keep us indoors. We had vacations as a family but such trips always ended abruptly due to emergency business calls.
As children, our lives held meaning when we were in the company of our nannies and house helps but never in the company of our parents. Our parents never experienced our special moments: they were not aware of when we had our first ‘anything’. My parents were represented by these same nannies at PTA meetings in school; unless such meetings involved their signatures for cheques, they never stayed long. They were not sure who our teachers were neither did they know who our friends were nor if we had any. Birthday after birthday, there was always an excuse about how their meeting was unavoidable. We got used to growing up without my parents and the absence of their presence gradually became a way of life.
To be continued…