Azym Dossa tells little white lies. For instance, he told his wife he had finished doing his physio reps this morning. He hadn’t. He told me he takes 1 percent from his employees to be rich. He doesn’t.
The truth is, he is a grandfather now, and part of that job description is dishing out half-truths. But he is also funny, in a professorial kind-of-way, with an elegant mane of grey hair and wise golden eyes, speaking in an inimitable tone, at once mordant and wistful, self-lacerating and romantic.
