Good Monday my loves… it’s a very sad day today as I woke up to news of the passing of my nation’s founding father. Mr Lee Kuan Yew was known for many things, and whilst he was alive, he was often criticized for his heavy-handedness. After nearly 50 years in politics, he was deemed irrelevant by his own constituents. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and he steered our tiny island of Singapore through the post-World War II chaos. Mr Lee took over a nation of fresh immigrants from the hands of the British Colonial forces, and created a prosperous nation. A feat that required courage, foresight, and many sleepless nights.
I didn’t know him personally, and my son will never get to know him apart from history textbooks, but we won’t be here without LKY. And I mean that literally, for without a booming Singapore in need of migrant workers in the 1960s, my grandparents would never have relocated here in search of a better future. I could very well have lived a life as a farm girl, without access to higher education, and most certainly not sitting in the comfort of an airconditioned office typing this blog post today.
I had originally planned a post today, a happy one heralding the end of smudging mascaras… but it just doesn’t seem fit. So instead, I leave you to your Monday mullings, and will return tomorrow. If I may interest you, here is an engaging read from Time, what I believe is a balanced perspective of the man and his legacy.