A much deeper Heritage, young mothers.
She was a child herself.
I watched her as she went about the business of disciplining her children.
Doing so with such an assurance of truth.
A truth she held buried within her core, one she could not dare to forget,
because she was also the recipient of this reality of her heritage that was taken from
the tradition of her ancestors. This was the only truth she took. It had all to do with learning
and she strongly believed and remembered it from her own conviction, to be most effective,
That was the way she had learned herself, and now energized with this conviction
she was hell bent on distributing this necessary prerequisite for learning.
No one dared interfere with her during any of her disciplinary episodes, not even the other half
of this immediate equation, which was the father. He too, as I have seen in the past,
would be rewarded accordingly. In the past he would simply throw a few words, while biding his time
then walk away. He would go looking for his own mother, hoping for her intervention.
But when I said no one, it’s is no one that I meant, as the display of he motherhood authority continued
she would go on to say. These here are my children, and with an even more hellish and immature tone
she would say loudly almost screaming, I bought them into this world,
and I won’t be afraid to take them out. No one felt when I almost died , no one , so leave me alone.
Everything else was without that true maturity and understanding which comes from our heritage.
During my early days, first young girls rarely become pregnant, and according to the circumstances
surrounding the incidentd there will be quite a few decision making, but one sure thing is ,
there would not be two women in that house. As long as you lived with your parents,
you were always seen as a child by your parents, and the truth is that who you are.
She was angrily replaying the memories of her younger days with her parents.
I cry within for her, she was still a youth and though surrounded by adults,
none answer her cries she was a lonely child, with two children of her own,
and we are now in America.
I cried, for just the memories of those times where young girls and boys
looked forward to the heritage, slowly moving up in the ranks of manhood and womanhood,
step by step and they are steps that should be encouraged by parents nowadays. Instead of selfishly
wanting a grand baby from a baby. The young people of my time, they looked forward to the
changing of the guard, eager and in great haste to prove their own self worth to themselves and
their parents that they have come of age. These are the times the parents can smile.
Parents can rest assured that they’ve done their job well, now it was only the hands of faith
itself that would dare attempt to undo that which was so traditionally and culturally
woven together for the better. That which those cultural hands have in time touched.
And now sealed as to be that of the West Indian heritage, strengthened by a tradition and culture
background, that went as far back as to the days of slavery.
Yes it would take a storm, one of epic proportions to break that solid foundation that our
grand parents and fore parents had started erecting during those times.
That’s how long it took to finally be as flawless as it now stands.
As I watch that young lady slowly drifting In that abyss which I have witnessed swallowing
other young boys and girls at such an alarming rate, I know that it’s one that it was not
sanctioned, or given right of passage by our fore parents.
To almost suddenly be on this mission to seek and destroy, infiltrarating in this very
moment and succeed in corrupting this young lady’s mind, and the minds of so many of our youths,
relentlessly going about its business having no mercy, and as I also see.
Absolutely no regard for race!