Days of a heir.
As a carrier of clan name ,oral history ,culture and traditions i have been well pushed aside by those who know my worth.
A systematic progression of events have knocked me of my course to become someone of interest with all my intellect and dumbness.The first of all disintegration of an offspring to detach it to purpose happens when you take away the parent figure.
So my dad by no natural cause but by design and execution of order did die in a prison without a just reason or any commission or omission...
I was about 7 years,i did not know much but now i know what it means when you grow up without a father figure.
Then we lost finances and repertoire so it was like starting again from zero with our least educated mother.
Overtime i came to realize all these contributed positively to God given duty and desired path for me...but more of humiliation to my own dignity since i should have been a person of great influence considering ,my great grandfather was a seer and medicine man.
The just when i thought it was over my mother died,at these time i am 15yrs old,living with 4 siblings...and i am the elder.
Did not shock me,she had been sickly for not less than 5 years and a rough count you can see i have been already an orphan before i knew it.
The it started the phase of adoption and being thrown around by family...just when i thought my luck might change..it seemed i was the least favorite of every single family..so all my three siblings found homes and i was out in the cold for 1yr.
The shame could not keep people at peace and one family finally decided to pick me up to their young family .i served i. Their poultry farming in exchange for high school education...only to be rejected by the wife of my dads brother. In the second year there i had to leave into the wilderness again.
Just by abnormal turn of events the person i am named after was all alone and a sick grandmother so i was asked to go join them ...but i again became a the child slave or mere worker not really employed but also get some adult education ...the only school i could be accepted after many trials ...even the school my grandfather built...i was rejected.
I helped out for four years got education too...and something that was growing inside of me finally revealed itself to me...the love of reggae music that held me together more than anything else....
