Too Insane For Me

Listen to my beginning and my end !

Flashback

( In a dark room is sitting down a young black child, he looks exhausted and have a very frustrated face. He is hungry but doesn't seems to be, the door opens and a voice speaks...)

« Zane ? What're you doing lonely in the sleeping room ? Who closed the door ? ( Zane says nothing looking at Essiane his mom ) Zane answer me ! ( Zane wakes up and walk toward Essiane ) come my Obim !»

Mrs Fote Essiane Nsoh Lovie is a black beautiful and gentle woman, she is in her 50ths, She is short but of medium size weights. She is married to Mr Fote Ngassa Minka an old man in his 60ths, he is very intolerant and sometimes violent, The couple never had children since 30 years of marriage... as you think Zane is an adopted child, Mrs Fote Essiane Nsoh lovie decided to adopt Zane because of her uncontrollable desire of having a child. This was mostly because of the pressure she went through and the stigma caused by her family, her in-law family, her friends and even her society. Blamed for not giving children to her husband she fell frustrated, in Menzui's society when a couple can't have children the woman is always the one to be blamed.

« Mama I'm sorry! When I finished doing the work Dady gave me I fell asleep in the parlour, Dady found me got angry and punished me by closing me the room »

« sorry baby ! Come and eat Obim....»

( the voice in the tape recorder says ....)

This was just a little extract of what my life seems like, Obim was the name my moma told me the women at the ophane told her it was written on my cloths when my biological parents abandoned me ( a stop then says ...) Maybe they were too poor to take care of me but is that a reason ? No matter the reason that's just one of the million pains in my life but it's just life. I love my mom but once more life took away from me something I attached to. I was born with malfunctioning lungs, if can understand that since the beginning life let me know it won't be easy. After the dead of my mom , the Social services took me away from my dad. This was because of his voilent attitude, apart of been a drunk addict he was also a very intolerant man at times I could not understand how my mama who had a so kind and generous soul could love that brutal man. But what could I do I was just 6 years when my mama died, lonely to myself I was brought back to the orphanage, that's how I started moving from one family to the other the most difficult was when I entered the stage of my adolescence.... I always asked my self why my mom's family couldn't take care of me ? Maybe because I was adopted child no I think that the reason they never really liked me.

My moma was the only person I really loved in my owl life.... Let's not be too fast listen and tell me if I was wrong to do the choices I did....