An open letter to you, Taata w'abaana
Dear Father of my Children, I will believe you are doing well. It is not assumption because you said so yourself. "I have learned to live with and love my demons". I am happy for you. It has been a while since you and I talked but its sad to see that not much, in fact, nothing has changed about our view of specific ideas. But then again the collection of 'things' said to each other increased some last night. See, you kept away from us on grounds that you were tired and done with all my crap. What crap? I do not know. Whenever I can, I ask myself what kind of crap I served you that made you go back on the promises you made to the Children. Promises to take them places, buy them things and all that. And for a reason I fail to see, it is my fault that you will not care if the children you fathered have shoes on their little feet or a drink of water. You and I did fall out when we did-that is okay. We each went on to find other people with whom to share whatever ...