It’s a small world after all

So here I am in South Africa, in the library of my hotel having a meeting with Robert, my business partner. A woman walks in and asks us if we are South African. I ask “Do we look like South Africans?” a bit perplexed, as most people see immediately that we are foreigners. “I am looking for Ms. Orane” she says.

Turns out that Ashantewaa is a Jamaican woman living in South Africa who saw my name on the facilitator conference list and was determined to make contact. She had been enquiring about facilitators in Jamaica over the past few months, and my name kept coming up. She stopped by the hotel and had been calling my room, but they could not locate me. She had just popped into the library for a cup of coffee, and a little voice said to her “Could this be …?” And there I was! But here’s what else is freaky:

She attended the same high school as me (Wolmer’s)
She once sat on the same board as my brother, and had visited his home
She knows my niece, Zahra
She knows my daughter’s godmother, Sandra
She is co-owner of a bookstore in South Africa with whom I had been having discussions

Six degrees of separation? I think not – it really is a small world after all!

(Picture shows Ashantewaa surrounded by fellow Jamaicans Marguerite, Victoria and Shane)