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Sunday Standard
After years of searching, I finally met my brother David Serame in the middle of London in 1987. He had not changed one bit and was jolly as ever. It felt like time had not lapsed and we picked up where we left off. Catching up after so many years can sometimes be tricky as most discussions are quite erratic as you try to squeeze in as much information as you can in a short space of time. Talk about sensory overload! Each conversation seemed to meld into next without conclusion. But the feeling that filled the air was of excitement and gladness to have seen him. About a week or so later, he sh…