Mauritian in the UK - Real Mauritius: Sunshine & Smiles

Dark , Desolate and Depressing – My first time in the UK


It is exactly 40 years since I left for the U.K

I departed for the airport, in Mauritius one early morning in January 1974, I was 21 years old. I bade farewell to my family and that was the last time I saw my Dad – he died in 1977, aged 60.

Looking back now that was the most painful memory of my life.

In those days we used to write and send some money home almost every month. None of this instant emailing or facebook, my Mum and Dad could only know what I was getting up to in […]