“I thus summoned courage. I dragged my unwilling feet to the living room window, held a curtain aside, and looked out. It was not quiet, not at all. It was him, alright—I could swear it. It numbed me…”
“Late Uncle Henry had been a priest. When he lived, he always reminded us how much he loved us. But preceding his death, his last words were that he would be waiting for us and he would be delighted with our company…”
“As chief, father had insisted on living in a regular hut—a simple thatch of a clay-mud mixture, completed by firm stands. Our reed…”
“I loved the bottle. We first met by accident—but looking back, I can’t make up my mind; it was either in my path or I was, for some reason, in its path. Beginnings can be…”
“I was born innocent and into a religious family. I grew up corrupted by positivity, perhaps too much of it. Religion became my safe haven, a way to the Supreme, a home to my faith. I believed and it felt good to be grounded. It was hypnosis but with a subtle tune…”
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