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MANY YEARS AGO , I learned a valuable lesson about the nature of thought control and how to handle its more malicious forms.

When I was a young man growing up in our village in Kenya, a local man who was mentally troubled used to stop at the gate of our house late in the evening to rant and rave at my mother, calling her all sorts of names.

My father worked far away during the week and joined us only on weekends. Even when the matter was reported to the area chief, nothing was ever done to stop this troubled man, and he continued his malicious attacks for quite some time.

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