Oh dear, oh dear...
I was giving a presentation the other day and one of FESBC's advisors, a man called Obed Dlamini, came along but had to leave early. I sat with him for 20 minutes, one on one, to discuss this presentation with him. I'd been told he is a Special Advisor to the King, so you'd think I would have made a special effort to remember him.
Fast forward two days and someone attracts my attention in the local cafe. Not a clue who it was until he reminded me...you guessed it, Obed Dlamini. My only defence is that I've met LOTS of different people, and I am struggling with recognising everyone. Before you say anything about me being racist, the same applies the other way round, if you see what I mean. Plenty of people think that Gemma and I are sisters - because we're both white and look identical to each other.
Bad enough you think...
Except I was telling someone earlier about who attended the meeting and they said, "Oh, Obed Dlamini, the ex-Prime Minister". Oh dear lord, one and the same. It's not helped by the fact that there have only been two different Prime Ministers since Independence. This is up there with the time I was at Bath Spa Railway Station and I blurted out to the Right Honourable Anthony Wedgewood Benn "Hillary Benn's your son!!!???". But so much worse...
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