CHAPTER ONE
Jiggers My Foot!
In January 1968, I joined a new primary school to begin Classin January 1968, I joined a new primary school to begin Class Three. Weeks earlier, my family had moved from our ancestral home to take up ownership of a farm we had been allocated in a government settlement scheme. Being one of many families that had moved into the area, we were basically beginning a new community. Some families had moved in before us while others were yet to relocate because their homes were still under construction.
When we turned up at school that January morning, the school building was half done. The roofing was complete but nothing else. Every inch of wall was no more than upright poles, a couple of yards apart, propping up the roof. Rafters needed to be nailed on to those poles after which the walls would be plastered with mud. But school had to start that morning.
The school was situated next to a run-down former settler compound and there were many loose bricks lying about. We each grabbed a brick, set it on the yellowing grass, sat down and began learning, using our laps as tables. As we walked in and out of that class day after day, the yellow grass soon withered and dried up leaving behind a thin, fine film of dust. And with that began a hitherto unknown experience for us.
Where we'd previously sat quietly on our bricks, one hand holding an exercise book and the other trying to write on it, this latter hand soon began to find it necessary to - every so often - delegate its pencil-holding duties to the mouth, before reaching out to the toes of our feet to administer an urgently needed scratch. Our little minds just could not figure out what was happening to us and our feet.
It’s considered an inescapable fact of life: the older you get, the more likely death becomes. But a new research conucted in Germany disproves of that suggestinh that the chances of dying may level off – at least for those who make it to 105 years old. The study found that death rates, which rise exponentially in adulthood, begin to decelerate after 80 years old and appear to eventually plateau, or even decline slightly, after the age of 105. By that point, the chances of passing away in a given year are approximately 50-50. “It’s the equivalent of tossing a coin each year,” said Prof Jim Vaupel, a specialist in ageing at the Max Planck Institute for Demographic Research in Germany and one of the authors. The findings add fuel to an unusually hostile debate between two camps of scientists, who are locked in an escalating dispute about whether humans are approaching their upper limit in terms of lifespan. The latest paper, from Vaupel’s team who argue there is no evidence of a loom...
Comments
Post a Comment
Comment here