Throughout my life I had always determined to be as good a person as I could be; To be a loving husband and father; to work and provide for my family as well as I was able and to contribute to society as a respected person and citizen. In the main, I believe I have succeeded in my aims. However, I always felt somewhat shackled by the skeletons in my cupboard. I always had to tread carefully when in discussion about extended family issues. I often had to duck and dive; to dodge and weave. Although I am an extrovert, I never felt truly at ease in expressing my personal feelings regarding certain issues of life and some attitudes of society.
I knew that the only way to purge my demons was to face them head on. As I grow older (and hopefully, wiser), my philosophy has been to face life`s problems head on. I simply had to get these skeletons out of my cupboard and destroy the cupboard once and for all. Once I began to write about these painful issues, I began simultaneously to gain relief from the hurt. By purging my demons I also purged the pain.Writing was very therapeutic for me. It was also very cathartic.
I had done nothing wrong. I was not responsible for my parent`s action, nor the actions of those cruel neighbours who directed their hatred of my parent`s actions at me. I am what I am. I like to believe that nature and nurture combined with sheer bloody hard work on my part are jointly responsible for who I am today.
