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WARNING! Please approach this story with care. Even though it is metaphorical, it is certainly true.

Influences

When I was young chimpanzee, just young enough to be carried, my parents took turns to carry me. What peace I had, no worries or cares, I was protected, but from what?

Was it life’s surroundings? Or, did they know what life was about? Or, were my parents also learning about life? Were they ignorant of many facts? How had they been influenced by their parents? I learnt ‘What will be will be’.

When I went nursery school to be with others of the same pride, I was told and shown the difference between boys and girls. I hope I don’t have to spell this out.
Sometimes I acted stupid and did stupid things but I am not daft. Playtime was tag and run away, try not to be caught by the tager. If you were tagged then you were called names. I was embarrassed by the name calling and yet I still played the game.

The rules of the game were, you have to kiss who you tagged, some times girls some times boys. Some were innocent others were not. At home I had to kiss my aunts and uncles, and my uncles had stubble’s on them and they used to scrape me.

The older nephews did not have stubble, some would hug me and others would tickle me and I would laugh. But did I enjoy it? Yes, because of my innocents.

When I was eight years of age, I was out with my mother and we went to get fruit. ‘I want to go to the toilet’; my mother took me to the bushes. I heard a man chimp shout, ‘Hey you, Brussels spout’. I turned round, I don’t know why I turned round, maybe out of fear, but I weed on my feet! I saw the man chimp, he was from another pride, and he was smiling at me. I just smiled back. The man chimp came over and wiped my feet with his leaf. ‘Its OK now, what is your name?’ He said with a sympathetic smile. I mumbled my name out of embarrassment he patted me and told me to go.

I always did what I was told by my parents, because all adults were to be obeyed, otherwise I would be punished. One day there was a family gathering, my tree bed was taken by an older nephew he was clever, ‘He was very clever’, my father used to say. ‘You should be like him.’ He said. I was put in the tree bed first, then my older cousin came up and got in, shoving me up to the tree trunk, I banged my head, it hurt badly, he rubbed my head and soothed me, I laid back and was seeing images in my mind, I was startled. I turned on my side to face the tree trunk and went to sleep.

I woke up some thing was stinging my side, there was also a wetness! I just fell back to sleep.

To be continued…..

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