Blaspheming her true purpose, some have described her as a trophy wife to an ambitious, dark skinned, educated business man; my fair grandmother with her elegant beauty embraced my similar, generational skipping features and taught me never to be ashamed.
The memory of our conversations and the magic with which she believed in the God in me, carry me past the devestation of her pain.
Thank you black hazel, I love you, I am you.
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I had been keeping this blog anonymous for a while… Seeing that it largely represents the ‘dark years of my life.’ Now that light is glimpsing into the tunnel I feel the need to bridge this blog with my previous blog and eventually with the ‘emergent’ blog. Here’s the progession:
Broken VP Vessel > BlackHazel > Vajaah or PixelPew (I will probably try to maintain two blogs, one personally and one for vocational adventures of ecclesiology & technology.
