The Light Far Away

Ridiculous I was back then.

Weak was I back then.

No potential even if I stood on top of Kilimanjaro!

 

Where would I be, if not at 9 years of age I stood on top of my father's

shoulders?  

What was it that changed me? One does not wake up with

alacrity! One is not birthed astute from ones mother's womb.

I was carried by my father's shoulders sheltered by my mother's

words of wisdom. Little did I know where I would have been

if not they have aided me!

 

Ridiculous I was back then.

Ridiculous that I did not know how to speak the language of the land of 

milk and honey!

 

Ridiculous I will sound to others when I give my veneration to them!

Mercy Father! Mercy for I has disobeyed you for I was blind but now I see.

The sweet seeping knowledge was not birthed in me but was built in me.

 

Ridiculous I was before the land of opportunity!

 

 

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Me
My family
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