My Mother’s Business.

I recall sitting at the Tamarind tree at Nabaclis. And I 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. I will admit. I will confess that for me, it’s a rather lonely world. Those I love, are all, for the most part, dwelling in the spiritual realm of existence. And  I do not trust, the majority of those in the physical realm. 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.   I have no time for 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, my uncle and myself.