My Mother’s Business.

I recall sitting at the Tamarind tree at Nabaclis ponder the expression, Good friends we meet good friends we’ve lost along the way in this great future don’t forget your past dry your tears I say - no woman no cry. Iwill admit. I will confess that it’s a rather lonely world for me. Those I love, are all for the most part, dwelling in the spiritual realm of existence. And the majority of those in the physical realm I do not trust. Hence I keep myself to myself. I don’t congregate. I don’t care to feed into other people’s realities. I am about my mother’s business. I don’t forgive those that trespass against mother and I.
I am at this stage of my sojourn the age when many of my loved ones departed ... I am not Nathaniel Jordan. I don’t know the hour of my physical departure. Thus, I have little time left here in this realm. Further more, I have no time for distractions and other foolishness. I never learnt to forgive people. In fact it is quite possible I do not even forgive myself . Once I am crossed. I become exceedingly an ultra bitter person. I guess there is no outlet for the violence; I would love to unleash upon others for violating my mother and myself.