The great thing about being raised by a traditional African Father who upheld his culture.
Is resilience.
I always remember my Father slaughtering goats in yard in reverence to his ancestors.
He didn’t mind the neighborhood watching in disgust.
He didn’t mind the gossip.
He didn’t mind feeling out of place in a country that was foreign to him.
He pushed forward.
He even would invite the neighbors to partake in the roasted goat.
He educated them on his history and traditions.
He had passion and purpose.
He didn’t mind looking like the odd ball.
I saw that he was respected as he always stood firm in his beliefs.
And that, I love.
~The Newbie-Novice-LNC
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