No one can describe how proud I was of my brother... 6 years my junior... All grown up... The moment when they announced his name in the hall... I stood up and clapped, and a dozen other lecturers and professors clapped in unison, all wondering who this whizzkid was who got the single standing ovation of the entire convocation... I smiled... That was my brother... The kid I loved to pieces as a teenager... I was his idol... his mentor... his elder brother... The young adult I watched grow apart, as he struck his own footsteps in the sands of time, no longer stepping in mine... It was a painful realisation... A lesson I had to learn... but I knew he had to walk his own path... Choose his own destiny... Where I would only exist as an observer... And so I observed... how this boy became an adult... and how this adult became a man... And so I clapped, even as the clapping of others ceased... A solitary man in glistening robes... clapping for the man who was his pride and jo...
The life and lessons of a Kiwi Kuda Kepang lost in the homeland of his forefathers