Another Chapter Closes

Shaolin Kungfu

BY the time this article is published, I will be counting down the hours until I say farewell to China, a country that I have called home for the past eight months.

It took me three years for me to pick up the courage to get myself here. Enrolling myself at a school of Shaolin kungfu was an absurd idea, and that was why I knew it had to be done. My mother, as all mothers with good sense would, went ballistic. She still thinks I'm a loony, but she loves me, and I won't be surprised if she even boasted a little to her family about my exploits over Chinese New Year.