For starter's
Hi.
I am nobody, really. I have been alive since September 9, 2001. A time that is not considered the most auspicious. I can't recall any picture potraying me as a happy, smiley baby. I am most positive i wasn't because my brain has plagued me with torturous thoughts for a vast part of my life in any way it can.
I was born to Mama in Ghana, West Africa. A sweet and beautiful country suffering from Western propaganda, plastered all over Africa. Mama, as I call her, a very nurturing and loving young woman barely in her 20s, had her life set out in a direction of some sorts. There was a lot to complain about, but life breaks you and forces you to believe your brokenness somehow is strength. She was intelligent and she knew it. She wanted to be a doctor one day. Life did its thing. She ended up as a housemaid and pregnant. That dream of hers was long shattered.
