The start
I think it would be appropriate to start this blog with my testimony so everyone can get to know me.
I started life in an anti-theist family. To both my parents God was only a swear word and anyone who was a believer in any god was weak and useless as they needed a crutch.
Nowadays they also would have been known as child abusers but in those days the leather strap was normal and I did not feel loved unless I had at least one hiding a day. I was never naughty, just misunderstood, that is my version and I am sticking to it.
To my parents I was hell on wheels.
School, homework and chores were there to be avoided, if at all possible, and sleep was for those who had nothing better to do. My music teacher abused me and my mother could not understand why I did not wish to become the next child prodigy, besides all that practise was boring, there were better things to do, fight with the neighbourhood kids, or just run around in the African bush. (it was safe in those days)
I was rebellious and stubborn, If I was my own mother I would have given me away at birth.
I was sent to boarding school as the standard of education dropped in the local schools after independence. I hated it initially and tried to run away. Home was only two countries away, but since when did reason come into these things. I cried when I left. Some people are never happy!
My parents divorced when I was thirteen, not a good time, and being at boarding school did not help, though it protected me from the worst of the fights. My poor younger brother suffered the brunt of it. he is five years younger than me and I am nearly three years younger then my older brother.
My father was a drunkard and all I can say is my mother gave as good as she got. Us kids hid.
I went to an Anglican boarding school and got into lots of trouble there too. Misunderstood again. I had a nominal knowledge of the God of the Bible and an aversion to church (every day and twice on Sundays, morning service before breakfast and kneeling for what felt like hours. Now THAT is abuse).
I could not accept that I was put on this earth to just to breathe and die. There had to be something more.
I started searching. I experimented with things that are best left alone and as a result suffered more than is normal, crazy how we try to destroy ourselves.
To me God had to be something better than what we have on earth, or He is not a God. The one religion I avoided in my search was Christianity.
My mother had taught us to sail on the dam, and watching everyone loosing houses, farms, insurances and pensions and some of my friends
Posted: February 15th, 2009 under General Information.
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