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Believe it or not, when I was about 10, 11, I appeared on national telly!
It was for some stupid talent show that my parents put me up to … at a time and age when I was too young to comprehend my Constitutional rights to privacy and freedom of (non) expression!
I went along with it because when it was recorded, there were only a few people there — some of the contestants, my mom and dad, and the tv crew; and so I thought no studio audience to face, no stage fright to be had, no worries!
There was of course, one small glitch: No one told me anything about being on prime time television!
When the show came on air that night, suffice to say, I died and was reincarnated a glob of melted candle wax.
I remember how the entire raroto Clan had cramped the living room that night, cheering and clapping, while I sat on the floor half-hidden behind my big old aunt she was huge, cringing at the sight of this gawky, nerdy, rake-thin girl in a floral pink dress Mom’s pick, not mine! Had the living room floor cracked open even half a hair’s breadth, I would have gladly wriggled myself into it and disappear, never to be seen again.
I was scarred for life ok, that’s an exaggeration, but I will tell you this: if anyone asks me to stand in front of a v-cam again, well…let me answer this way —
b. No Way!