The Journey Begins

Born in 89 and never paying much attention to my surroundings, I’m not sure if this was consciously or not but for some strange reason my mind just didn’t register to many things, like the fact that other kids came from normal nuclear families, and I on the other hand did not have a father.

I remember the day before I went to the first grade, my aunt, who was supposedly my dads sister came to visit and see me into school, also not forgetting to instill in me my paternal roots and tell me of my “proper surname” which at 7 years old I had never heard before. So without much confusion I got to school the next day and introduced myself to the teacher using this newly found surname that I still was not quite sure what its significance was. So it turned out that a person by that name was not registered, I went home disappointed that I could not start my first day of school with other kids, not realizing the war that it would later create in my mind and in my interaction with men later on.

#My fatherless upbringing.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton