I remember my father , the stories he told, the triumphs he rejoiced over , the trials that made his heart grind to a final stop. I remember my fathers eyes, his fury, his fear, his determination .I remember my father.
Unless you have seen my fathers backyard, you could never understand what drives me. I constantly encounter the ignorant who cannot believe how I strive. They could never hinder me for they know not what grows in my fathers backyard. Mosquitoes have sucked my blood and rats have nibbled off my toe nails but still I stand. I remember the will of my father , his voice telling me that I will not be deterred.