My story : The beginning. The parents.

I was born in what seems to be a normal family. I was little, I did not know what normal was. For everybody, I think, it is supposed to be, a father, a mother and children, if they want. But, It starts with two people.

Those people should have gotten to know who they were, what they wanted and with whom they wanted to do life. In that way, it would have implied knowing the characters wanted in each other. But it is not always the case. That is almost never the case.

My biological mother was born in poverty, in Gabon. The father, in Cameroon and from even more poverty than the woman.

The woman was young and ambitious, the father was too but way too greedy. At times I did not know anything about them. Let alone myself. Who can expect that from a child? Well, my parents.

The dynamics were somewhat simple, from what I could gather at such a young age. He was providing, and so was she. But she was providing more in terms of income than him, the man, the father. You can already see where it is going.

Now that I can fully talk about it without no shame, no anger, I can definitely admit, my biological mother did not do well picking, choosing him as the father of her children, whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. And I also do not agree with statements like : she did the best she could with what she had.

Her best was not great and is still not great. I am not blaming her alone. But since she has never held herself accountable for anything she has done, I am doing this for my own sake and you will understand why later.

Was she young when she met him? Yes. Was she forced to be with him, to go with him, to marry him, to have children with him? Absolutely NOT.

She decided it on her own, despite people telling her to not do so, especially not with this man who is now, unfortunately, my father.