Yeah, I had that thing, too, where it seemed (and perhaps rightly, perhaps wrongly) that whatever I was doing was somehow to serve somebody else’s unfinished business. So when I was writing my thesis, it was to vindicate Marechera and the remaining part of his unlived life (seriously, I did feel as if “spirits” or a spirit was telling me this). And then after that, it was to help my father with his war trauma, and then after that somebody else. This was as my knowledge progressed. I wonder, though, if I will help myself at some point. That would be nice.