I was born in the UK, and grew up with my grandparents in a little village called Agricola. Our home was large, with three verandahs; a huge backyard, where we reared animals; and an enormous front garden, which was decked with hibiscus that provided a hedge, bougainvillea, which arched the gateway, and tall sunflower clusters that beamed from every corner of the yard.

In the evenings I would sit on the front verandah and watch the birds fly home, see the sun dip out of sight, and listen to the six o’clock bee announce the time. Or sometimes I’d enjoy this blissful transition as I water the plants in the garden, whilst slapping the mosquitos that dared to alight on my exposed arms.

On regular occasions, in this grand home, we would host the beggars for breakfast, the pastor for lunch, and my grandfather’s clients for a banquet. Very often we would have family soirees that lasted for days on end. This was the home that shaped my formative years, and in this home I studied for examinations that would serve to etch out my direction for life. During my years there the home was filled with much laughter, merriment, sorrows, and deliberation, and as I grew older, I realised that the home was not as large as I had thought. But that never really mattered, because this home was still a monument in my life.

I was eleven years old when my grandfather died, and only sixteen when my grandmother was driven out of the home, because the land that it sat on was not owned by my family. And this small but critical oversight came to light after all the dust had settled, and the ashes had returned to ashes. My grandmother never recovered from the loss of husband and home, and I was never able to get past that feeling of impotence for not being able to ‘save’ her home.

Six months later, I started a business, which became deeply involved in construction. I learnt about building homes, and about the legalities of landownership. I studied design, architecture, and public policy. I bought homes, flipped homes, and remodelled homes. I became a legal advocate, and found myself in every aspect of homeownership, advocacy, and policy. I mastered the art of salesmanship and negotiation.

I didn’t save my grandmother’s home, but I did make a huge difference in the lives of many thereafter.

I believe that a person’s sanctuary is their home, and I believe in their right to live in it, use it, and dispose of it as they see fit. And when I work with a client, I want for them, the same things I wanted for my grandmother, the comfort and security of having a home, and the right to own it until they are ready to part with it…In their own time.

My mission as a Realtor is very simple, it is to find you the home you want, and to sell your home only when you decide to sell it; without pressure! And if you believe in the simplicity of this objective as much as I do, then together we’ll make this happen.