“MAY YOU AND KURT BE together for all your lives. May the love you both feel for each other be strong, powerful and forever. May you bear children for him...” with his hand on his daughter’s scarf-covered head, Francis Yusuf paused and then fired a grin at Farida. “...although... because my son has given me five grandchildren, there’s no rush, no pressure. I’ll appreciate two, at the most three.”
Beside him, under a canopy, Zik and Mummy Diola shared a laugh. Kneeling in front of her father, Farida joined in the laughter.
Francis moved his hand from her head to cup one side of her face. He brought the microphone in his other hand to his lips. He smiled. “You’re the best daughter any father would ask for. I know your mother is here with us now. She’s looking down on you and thinking how p
