Going through the archives,.listening to the music that brought me back to my childhood, has brought me to a realisation that my life has always been colourful, as i trace my formative years to the deep rural hills of St. Elizabeth with my grandparents or with the various garrison areas of Kingston , where i shuttled between living with my Aunt Norma, my parents or my fathers stepmother I was allowed at an early age to see life as it really is, no rose coloured glasses, the survival of only the fittest, tempered by a family that truly loves me. I have personally seen the best of times, and the worst of times. I love with all my being, as with all honesty,.my first recollection of love came from my grandmother Jane Williams RIP, who everyday would look at me with pride and tell me how pretty i was, She loved me unabashedly, much to the chagrin of my other cousins, so imagine how difficult it was for both of us, when my mother came back to reclaim me. Life in the city has probably created the nomad in me, as my father, Mr. Lee. RIP had the propensity to be well off one day,.and then without warning a sudden change of fortune. Therefore creating in me an adaptability to whatever winds may blow, My late father also loved me unconditionally, and instilled in me how necessary it is to love. I am who i am, fraught with contradictions, in one instance vulnerable as a child, and in the next as resilient as steel.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 22:12:48 +0000
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