I modelled my Radio Bop countdown on Casey Kasem, who did the American Top 40.

The chauvinist in me is progressive and the metrosexual is not a doormat

It doesn’t exist. The best you can do is to try and harmonise things. At some stage you’ll do more of some things and less of them at others. But if balance is what you’re trying to find, you’re going to kill yourself.

I hung on to her for too long, overcompensating for the fact that I wasn’t with her for her first three years. I was too lenient on things like smoking and drinking. I should have been more of a parent than a friend. That’s how I got noticed, and I was recruited by Radio Metro.

I had a girlfriend who passed on after a car accident. I loved her dearly and looked her in the eye, telling her how much I loved her. Her reply to me has made me think to this day. She said: “You don’t love me. I know you feel deeply for me, but it is love that you love.”

I never saw him or talked to him. I never waved at him in the streets. One day my brother told me I had to listen to my father’s story. And this is how my dad and I became the best of friends. I spent six years with him before he passed away. It was the best six years of my life. I finally released the fear of becoming like him when he said to me: “Use me as an example of what not to do in life.” I had to help him forgive himself because he had been living with all this guilt. I buried my father with pride, knowing I had a friend, mentor and father and educator of life. — Tiara Walters