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One of my friends,Raphael Lali,once brought up a subject I never thought anybody would. Where is part 2 of Identical twins? He wondered to my astonishment. It will be posted soon, that was my obvious response yet up to date nothing has cropped up.

Well,Raphael thanks firstly for following me up and keeping track of my works. I really appreciate it. Secondly,I would wish to say here that blogging in Malawi - to a student - like me is not all that easy. It is a task - a hard one.

However,it does not mean that I shall not be posting until after I am no longer a student or I get out of Malawi. No! I have thought of bouncing back and that is why I have written this. So, don't worry all the few people who follow this blog. I am here and will try to always quench your thirst for my views.

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