‘Tweet-Tweet    is anyone    there ?’   To most of you on ‘Social Media,’ this is the norm. What is your following. No this ‘Tweet-Tweet,’ has nothing to do with ‘Twitter.’ It is when a bird makes his special sound, he waits to hear a similar sound, which tells him, there is a ‘friend,’ from his   ‘tribe,’ not far away, so he does not feel lonely. Here it is the same. On Saturday the 24 th of February 1968, all four of us   Averill, Trevor, dad, and I, left Kenya with an overnight stop-over in Cairo . On Sunday afternoon, touched down smoothly at London’s Heathrow airport . That was the ‘only smooth landing’ we had. The interrogation at Passport-Control, where they tried every trick in the book, to stem the flow of the Asian refugees from Kenya. In duty free area before Immigration   control at the newsagent we laid our eyes on the what the British Daily Press   had to say. We had made the ‘Headlines.’ Not individual...