Growing up we never lived bad. Not like the these "watoto maskini mitaani" poor street children sorry mother would show talk my right and left eardrum off and my mother's throne the African queen as the daughter not to speak Swahili that I may as well ship my self to the state. Because the white man comes down here to stop what goes on down in my parts like he cruse down here to either sale are buy quite enough from my father's under link money. He gets from them not like not as much as he already make down here but it moves faster. My father hears how they move and sale it up there trying to sell it down here as well. See the way there governments set up is the same way we are here. They want the same things we want money it's a sour thing that's just the main goal in life. White Black whatever my father smiled and we'll see. Never know to much for my father it seemed like he was a busy man . Even as "mtoto wa mitaani" a street child myself I never know any thing else but he was a busy man I love father. If I needed anything father would make sure I got it. Never missed I time. Mother erasing Majestic like dress beautiful and beautiful and her always done. But life in Africa weather for king or queen it's still rough. Being born mother had always sold her body. It will be times I will wake up being 6 and 7 that's when I finally started realizing what she was doing. She Wants My real father died mother went crazy she did a lot of things that I would never want to see your mother do drugs prostitution and abandon her other children. Say before we went in but before she was life was normal went to school never had any problems I was so strong quiet weird little girl.
