THE GENESIS

It all happened some twenty something years ago.

in that town "running splash of rust and gold".

Mum met Dad,and they tried for a little bit before they had me.

wasn't the best looking baby,i was told,but damn,did i grow into my looks.
nowadays i hear "wow" "damn" etc.YES,even i know God did a damn good job on me.
so much for ugly duckling eh??

Dad..hmm..my daddy,daddy mi.my number one love,it went wrong,but he still stayed my number one love.
he became one of the best in his fields,celebrated all over the country.a bit of an "aristocrat" if you get what i mean.noble background as far as african nobility goes.and not in that sense of "everyone is called ade and everyone has a king for a father"
he was a true blue blood.

Mum,the strongest woman i know.became a domestic engineer(i just love that word).
she was pushed to her limit,yet like the phoenix,she kept rising.at a point in my life i hated her.that is the truth.but it was borne out of an obsessive love for my dad.
i think in a way i had a sort of electra complex..in a way i said.
but with time the truth started to unfold,the scales fell off.

and i realised that my dad wasn't the perfect idol i saw him as.
i grew up hating him then.well deep inside i loved him more than my mum.but a part of me hated him for what he put her through.

oh yeah they lived the life.expensive trips,more expensive gifts,etc.but there was something just off.something was never right with my family.
it was like a three legged chair.,,but the type that's meant to have four legs.
it just would never stay balanced for long.

Dad was moslem,mum was a christian.
she was born to a poor or should i say basic family.
but she was principled.and atimes dads family tried to look down on her.thinking she was just the opportunist daughter of poor peasants.
wanksters.

Mum hustled to get to where she was before she met Dad.
NOBODY can say she never paid her dues in life.
and even when she met Dad,he didn't have much.He was one of those types who wanted to make it on their own.

and boy did he..
He lifted his family name.and through him,we became known.

Some have said she was just the spoilt wife of a "rich" man.
hmm..if only they knew.

where they there when the pocket literally dried up?

Everything just wasn't what it looked like.

atimes even I felt like i was peering through a key hole into MY own life and watching everyone else carrying on.and i wondered.W.T.F. is going on.?

and i kept on wondering...as events unfolded.

what a life.

theirs was some romance story.
maybe one day i might say it.....

but one thing i learnt from them is that atimes love runs deeper than what a lot of us see or think we know.

let us cut out all that "if my man cheats on me,i will leave his ass"

there are some people in this world who were just born to be together.
no matter what.
no matter what.

Mum loved Dad with something none of us understood.
i hated her for that,because i saw it as a weakness.
like she was being taken advantage of.

but as i've grown over the years,i realised we are all with our faults.
some people are just weak.and i'm talking about Dad here.
he loved his books,but he loved his women more.

BUT he never ever loved my mum less than any woman out there.
if he did,would he not have married them too?

it is true,love,true love covers a multitude of "things"

this is one thing i wish i had learnt when i was younger.

if i had,i would have opened up more to my dad,loved him more,reached out to him.
instead,i carried my mums cross,bore her pain,cried her tears and hated him.
BUT deep inside i loved him.

BUT one day i snapped.
and i never showed him that love till the day he passed on.

what a life i say.
what a life