My heart isn't whole and it never will be. I'm broken and I can't be fixed. Broken open and left alone. Abel Prasad
A learning experience it was. For the first six weeks, I was there my father took me all over the Island. From Ba to Nadi then to Labasa his birthplace. I was where my eldest sister Shilpa was born and where my dad introduced my mother to his mother. I saw the school at which … Continue reading Letting Go… Part two – Abel Prasad
I was shocked, I knew my dad had numerous political friends in Australia and Fiji but not a Prime Minister.
Five years ago today I got a phone call from my mother at 12:13am telling me that the police had come to our house. I had just got into a fight with some prick who owned a suit company in Adelaide. I was furious and ready to have him hurt badly. That call changed my … Continue reading ‘Humble’ Adelaide GP and Fiji philanthropist, Dr. Umanand Prasad, killed in Gepps Cross crash – Abel Prasad
My father wrote a book of poetry which will be re-published very soon. When he asked me to type the book for him I did so angrily because it meant most of my holidays went to typing and retyping the book. I have recently re-read the book and realised that this was the best time of my life. After the September 11th attacks, my father became upset because he knew his grandchildren would be brought into the world of war and disaster. I wanted to share this poem with you.