A Memoir

It doesn’t matter what my name is, I am you and you are me. I may be older than you, or you may be older than me yet we are the same. Drinking from the same cup of whine and eating the same bread. If kissing was my mistake denying is yours, we travel in the same board and yet you think you are the Rock. I am man and woman; I am you and your friend. Now that, that is clear take a seat, I will walk you through my life.

I am an angel of God, but I might as well be called a devil. I was given freedom just as you. I left my family and wandered around aimlessly that was when I witnessed Magdalene, crying near a river. I rushed to her and she handed a baby in my hand, and said this is a product of sin. I stared at her in disbelief as she vanished uttering the words, “He promised, He promised”. I carried the baby around the world aimlessly and a group of angry mob, I think they are the officials of the cross, murdered the baby in my hand. My halo which was already fading vanished at that moment, as I witnessed the little human being ruthlessly killed in the name of God. I should have stepped up for the baby, but what did I do? I ran in the valley of darkness. The truth is that, the baby was just another baby some Magdalene bore out of cuckoldry, and the Cross did not want to take the chance.

Then I went to Belsen, where I saw a man with stiff clothes. His nose hair was long and yet he looked intriguing. He looked at me but did not smile at me. He thought I was one of them. Afraid that I would be a threat to his conformism he turned and walked away. But I followed him. I was pulled by his nose hair, for something was hanging in it. So I hid behind a building where smoke fumed and he was standing right in front of its gate, giving instructions to people in uniform. The stench of the smoke made me feel nauseous, yet I wanted to know what was hanging in his nose hair. So I went closer and there I saw something. The thing that was hanging in his nose hair was ‘human roast’. I smiled, terrified, I walked away.

Standing in an island where the people where all displaced from their homeland, found themselves a new God. I was more than inquisitive to find out more about this new God. I dressed in their colours and hailed the Selassie. They found solace in marijuana, I found solace too. Then came a time the body became so addicted to the mind expanders effect, that it wanted more of it. My new brother killed another. I smiled, and decided it is time I move and walked out. I could have save my brother, but I did not care to risk anything that I had.

I travelled in time and went back to see my Father. I saw him creating something inferior to me and asked me to worship him. My brother restrained and refused to bow down. He fought with my father and said we are his first born, but Father did not heed. My brother was devastated, I saw a few following him and others stand behind my Father. I wanted to stand behind my brother, but was too scared thinking about my Father’s wrath, so I stood behind my Father. My brother was expelled along with his followers, and I was free. So I wanted revenge, thus it was me who went to Eden. And fooled my step sister, or rather I should call her my sister. She trusted me, but then I heard Gods Voice so I fled from there, and my poor brother was caught and was cursed. I did not turn back or even bother to see what happened to him.

You think you can judge me? As I told you earlier I am me and I am you. I am an angel and am a Devil, and at least I can confront to this but you cannot. Now I still live as a politician. For I was walking one day, you came to me, and I smiled. Then there was a murder and I ran along with you, you asked me why I ran. To hide my incompetency I said I wanted to be a shield for you and protect you, hence I ran along with you to protect you. You believe me, and I am your leader now and you follow me still I am you and you are me.