Regrets?
I am 90% convinced that my guardian angel is a hoeing somewhere out there. The amount of bad lucks and regrets I have been having are way too much. The 10%, I blame the year 2020 like a typical human. I am not convinced “it is what it is”. Being the son of a man who was strict to the core, I ought to be so till now, but Jesus was also rebellious to the Pharisees rules. I’m not saying I am holier than thou, but I couldn’t follow every rule like a hound. Few times were when I would come home late and chances of me being locked out were overboard. For any white person reading this, in an African homestead, its either you or the darkness that comes home early in the evening. If the darkness comes before you, well… I don’t think I have to explain what might happen to you. As a kid luck was never on my side to the point I got used to it. My memory serves me right, once when I came home early. Emphasis on early, but my clothes looked as if they were dipped in an ocean of mud and dirt. “n...