Like my father before me, I’ve found comfort in yoga

In 1967, Tanzania’s socialist rulers seized all my parents’ property – their ranchland, their home and their cattle – and overnight my father saw the fruits of all his labour taken from him. He had no time to dwell on his misfortune, since he had a wife and four children to support, so at the age of 60 he picked himself up and vanished off to work in Somalia.

We went to live at a beach hut in Malindi, on the Kenya coast, which became our new home.