I recalled that I too had faced the heat of racism but I had conveniently kept this hidden away in some corner of my mind.

One poem that did strike me and that I do still think about from time to time is ‘Digging’ by Seamus Heaney.

Getting a PhD is a unique experience, and it’s nothing if not humbling. Successes are a needle in a haystack of failures.

Instead of facts humans often use emotion when making decisions and show a personal connection to the things they believe to be true.

I kept my head down and worked hard. Then it happened.

Before we go any further I’d like to make it clear that I am not a tea connoisseur, I don’t drink fancy, flavoured teas.