"No!! young man you better forget about that idea, it's not what you want or what you're meant to do, get out of my presence you irritate me, I don't know and I'am not really sure if I was the one that gave birth to you, you are a useless child and I see no future for you one more mistake and I will refuse being your father..."
These words kept banging and resounding, re-echoing and redistributing anger in my veins as they drop off the mouth of this man i once loved, cherished, obeyed and adored with all my heart.
I simply asked myself these questions:
- Why i this happening?
- What and how have i done and went wrong?
- Is this really happening?
- Why didn't I just keep quiet?
I really couldn't come up with an answer, and why was that happening to me?
Why was i asking these questions?
why wasn't i getting an answer from myself?
and why did this all come to being?
what did i say and why did i say it??
I need some space, i need air, i'm hoked up in all this suffocation of a limited mindset imposed upon me by my African parent, its so sick, so disastrous but in the midst of all this all i can say is freedom, freedom is not just been free from something or someone its been free from yourself, its been free from the limitations of a mindset that keeps destroying the power to imagine and work towards bringing this imagination to reality..
Whether you like it or not dad, I'm going ahead with my plans, thanks...
Door slammed!!!!......
What do you think just happened?
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