An Old Birth

They say making it in this world is determined by what you have, i made it and all this is determined by what i did not.

It all started when i was young and homeless, looking at the world like it has so many mistakes, why are there poor people and rich people, people with power and people who are dependent on them, and i heard that there is a God that created all of what i see, and what i see is destroyed by a god that already killed me. i thought for once and meditated this thought that people brought to this earth, and another thought that came from another world to teach us this thought that we twisted at lack of faith, so we have started different religions but these religions came before He that came to save this world.

The Bible, the most sold book that gives hope to these people but is it the right hope or the wrong one, i heard that there are different versions of this book, but why create all these versions if really the same thing that is taught from the first original is what is in the other versions, or do someone with power write the same book and change the name to gain all the credit? And that's when it hit me. To really understand that something is really the way it is, is to compare with what is to the world, but the world wants to see and not to listen, to touch and not to feel. I am confused at what the world wants.

It is the 21st century and still there is no change to this world, but how can there be change if the technology have blinded the people from seeing a donkey as transport but food that can be carried in a car which is transport too?

The entertainment is not what is blinding us, but the thought of wanting to use it does, but no one is perfect, perfect is the whole lot people and not individually. this example i have gave on to people by asking them what is perfection in terms of us people and life? One person had said perfect to this world is to not age and everyone with the same skin colour, smooth skin and no death. It was easy to explain but hard to make a person understand that if everyone would be like that, that would mean that everyone would be the same because shape is what determines a person, and if everyone is perfect then who will the perfect person be, sure enough it will not be you or them and bad will not exist and that is a good thing, but will anyone notice the good when we all are living? In the beginning there was and because of that, we where and because of that, we live and what was had created us, who are we to question why we die?

Growing up was a hassle in this life, because to be someone you really have to work hard on your studies, and if you are not in school you will be living with your parents, but i never had parents and i did not understand the life of this world. i lived not around the people, but around these building that where full of these people who felt sorry for me because daily i sat with this old man who found a way to look like he is blind and to make the people give money, and that is how i was raised by my father.

Chapter 1 First Steps To The World

The year is 1999 and I am seven years old, dependent on an older person, it is a hot morning, the first of February and I just woke up from a bad dream, but the man who is taking care of me always tells me that, ''a bad dream is just a bad thought that you must stop thinking about'', then he would give me a chess piece to teach me something, in this case I was given a Knight, which meant that I was not alone, how the horse is always with its master, but also the master needs a bit of help sometimes. Their are eight chess pieces that he had given me, five pawns, one rook and two nights, all pieces had their own meaning and I should master their moves, why don't he give me all the pieces? He tells me about a battle field where these pieces are put and a race against time in each move, but who moves first? The white pieces, my father has a way of explaining things, he would say that the white people have had their move and now its our turn. I have never seen a ruthless white person before, infect the majority of people who offered us something to eat and money where the white people and everyday I would be thinking when my father talks about the bad that they done was that, is my father lying to me again? but having respect, I did not question, nor disagree on what the old man says, i was young and he knew better.

The brain is the most smartest thing and yet the dumbest, it can built and destroy, it can think and choose not to think, so that it can save itself even if it knows the consequence of the outcome. I woke up early one day and thought to see this world that my master did not want me to see so i went out of bed slowly walked away, further I had noticed how tall the buildings where and how scared i was, I then gave an excitement in my heart that what ever happens, i lived to see this world and as i walked i see something that i never saw before in life, a reflection of myself on a glass door, i have never seen a person this happy before, for hours looking at myself, what ever action i did, the reflection did the same, forgetting about going back, the place becomes lighter and the sun is coming out, i don't know my way back, but remember the direction that i came from, so i ran back as fast as i could, frightened by what my father would do, but he never done anything to me and i never have in my life spoke bad or questioned him, never in my life have i given him something to make him angry, so i never knew violence, but everyone who could talk knew a bad thing, reason why there is a fear of respect.

I get there before he wakes up, in the blankets close my eyes and he asks, " what did you see?" my question was should i answer or is he still dreaming, and is it a good dream or a bad one, and who was he talking too in that dream, so i close my eyes and he wakes me up after a while, then he gives me something to put on my wrist that he called a watch. I never knew any numbers but he says when it rings wake I should up, to not make him see that something was up, i agreed, forgetting to say thank you, because of the excitement i had of seeing myself so i slept for a moment then it rings, i am very tired and don't wish for anything so he says its time to wake up, today we are going to see the city and at that moment i got refreshed with the thought of seeing myself again. then he gives me new clothes and a bar of soap, then he says to me, i will tell you what to do wit them just hold and lets go.

I see the glass windows and afraid to ask him what it was, he says to me, can you see yourself? Then I respond, "yes" but what is it? he noticed that I am not that excited like someone who have seen it before. then we go through a passage between two buildings and a door he opens then we get in, then i see my reflection so clear, so he says to me that, there is a face cloth which looks like mine between the clothes i gave you, then he opens up the water, then takes the soap that smelled like flowers then soaking the cloth inside the water, then rubs the soap with the wet cloth, which made a lot of white foam, he tells me to take off my clothes and to close my eyes. Then after doing that i feel the cold wet cloth going on my face then he tells me to not open my eyes and that soap will hurt my eyes, and for a long time on my face, the coldness goes to the rest of my body , then wipes me dry then he tells me to open up my eyes and to wear the clean cloths. I see myself again, lighter then before cleaner and the smile fades away, i am scared now that my real colour gets out, i then ask myself, am i white?

My face is as clear as birth, fresh and new but my face is not dry yet water is coming out my eyes, then i turn my face towards my fathers, he looks disappointed and i ask him, "am I..." . The Lord knows that i could not ask him, so i change what I wanted to ask him to, "am I going to see the world with you today? The first smile he takes out today, and he answers, "yes my child", then somehow i am thinking that if I asked him whether I was white or even his son, what reaction would he give me, but I am happy to know that I am going to see this world.

The sun gives a brighter light inside the room and he is also taking his first bath, after a long time, I see his colour also getting a bit lighter then it was before, very light that I thought he was white, i could barley recognise him as he cuts his beard off with some scissors, then he tells me to take, another chess piece, this time it is a black King. Now I am thinking to myself that a black piece again and this time it is a King, so he explains that, " Today you are becoming a man, this King is the most sensitive piece on the field, it can not be taken by any piece, but one step at a time, it will reach its destiny". I at the moment knew that he was talking about me, that i was a king, but a black King was what I did not understand, or does he not have any white piece? "wipe your face use the cloth we are going". So he opens up the toilet door the sun's breeze comes in and then we are off' to see the world.

Chapter 2 My Existence

I am holding his hand and a master is who a teacher is, and is also a parent to his student. Before you get inside a class, you ether know what you will be taught by getting back on what you left off or you wait for a lecture to tell you what page to open, but today is my first page, the excitement of learning something new. People who fail to understand what's been taught are the same people who do not like the subject, maybe if they like it but do not practice enough.

I am looking at my watch and the time has shifted further from the time I woke up, the streets are full of cars and are other people too. " My child I want to teach you a few things today, I have saved us some money to see this city. That is when I died from Him and death is the separation from the life that knows you, when your actions change, its the same as the actions of life from death.

In the beginning a King to him is a teacher and the student is a king to his world in the Garden of Eden, but who fell down had deceived him that was born.

What is breakfast, the first meal of the day. As we are sitting inside the restaurant he says to me ," I need to teach you how to read and write, you will not survive in this world with just speaking English, there are good people in this world and are bad people on this world, but there are more bad then good, so I asked him, 'who can I trust?" You do not trust anyone, you only pray that they listen and son, do not let anyone decide on what you want, it may not be what you need". Here are all the pieces you need", as he reaches inside his bag taking out a book and a pencil. "Carry this with you, and you will go far". What I had on my mind where the rest of the chess pieces, so I ask him. "When will we play the chess game you've been talking about?" Disappointing eyes that shows as he asks. "Do you still remember the names of the chess pieces and their character". How can I forget, a year now since the first one, desperate to play, I could not forget, and so I, with confidence respond. "Yes the Pawns are put first in life, they can choose to take a step or two, only in the beginning, the rest of their life is just one step, couscous of their move as they look North East and South East on what they can take, because at the end, they can be anything, the Rook are two buildings that are built strong, moving straight up and down and straight left and right, the Knights are two, the only piece that mastered how to jump and run fast when strangers are after it, remember two blocks from any direction but must go to a block that's on the left or right." To teach something, a problem must be indicated, or having a fault. "Yes you are right, but with the Pawn, you do not take North East and South East, it is North East and North West, so just like I have told you before, you must listen and obey my teachings, always be patient on who is teaching and son, master these numbers and letters of the alphabet."...This will mean I have lost, and must really listen till I get another chance to ask again about the game so I began to act like I am interested on what he is trying yo teach me, as he is writing on the book some numbers 1 to 9 and letters A to Z.

The difference between animals and human, are in both knowing and understanding that animals cannot talk, but are able to communicate with each other, and speech had made it easier for us to understand that when someone is vomiting, we will see the symptoms of his actions, then help the person by giving them something that could stop the vomiting and by telling them not to eat a curtain thing, because we are not animals, the same person can tell someone else to not eat what they have eaten...