When I first saw Lee Kuan Yew in person, my friends and I were fishing illegally at a reservoir.
“Lee Kuan Yew! Lee Kuan Yew! Lee Kuan Yew!” one of our friends shouted repeatedly as she came running towards us from a distance. The rest of us who were still fishing stared at each other in puzzlement.
“What the hell is a Lee Kuan Yew fish?” we turned to each other.
We always had endearing nicknames for our fish, so it was not surprising when all of us did not realise that our dear friend had meant Lee Kuan Yew, our first prime minister, the Lion of Singapore.
Realisation dawned on us when we noticed an entourage of body guards following the Old Man, as he ambled slowly toward our general direction. Immediately, we hid our fishing rods in the grass, ......