Sometimes, when I pray, I pray to God not let me stop trying ...
Ombwaya My name is Ronald, during my twelve years, I believe that dreams can be achieved. Or at least so I thought since I can remember.
Six years ago I arrived at my home now, where many other children without potatoes, we were, my two younger brothers and me as part of their family.
My mother, I can only relate a disease known as malaria, can not remember his face, eyes, or whether it was high. I do not remember her smile, and, thank God, no tears. I know it was called Lydia, I always thought it was a nice name.
My father I know him well, but with each passing day, I think I forgot some detail about it. I do not know how many teeth are lost, or had a significant mole on his warm black skin. Long time no see it. I do not think I've forgotten, not right now ... right now that I can not smile without prejudice.
like me With God speak very often, in the morning upon awakening, for a moment of inattention in school, while I do laundry, or help to cut the vegetables for dinner. God has always been with me, I know because I can feel it.
Peter Pan is my favorite movie. I like to believe that there are fairies in the magic dust that allows children to fly, and Neverland.
- Imagine. Playing football with cowboy boots travel a stranger gave me without knowing, paint red-roofed houses under a large sunny skies, laugh out loud with the conviction that I am happy, try to learn playing guitar, running adrift, and, above all, believe it is possible that being a child forever.
- Would not it be wonderful? - I used to ask the other children.
Life has taught me to live in two parallel worlds. Roland'm the child, and I am also, Ronald adults. From time to time, I think I'm playing as a child, and I've taken the liberty of asking my adult self, to wait for a moment as flight as Peter Pan in this distant country.
However, I know that Neverland does not exist. My adult self confessed me almost a whisper, while my child I tried to ignore him ... it was not possible.
normally not the type to stop fighting, but do not know why I'm struggling. I do not mind that part of me that cries out for recognition as a fallacy in that magical world of fairies, because I do believe in the future. I believe in change, and I think it is possible to achieve those dreams in the adult world in which I live, seem unattainable ...
Yesterday a white woman asked me what I want to be when I grow up.
- "Come on, we're in Kenya" - I thought at first instance.
However, it said. - And not just respond, as used by many children in my country, I responded with my child's heart, making sure that one day my wish came true.
- Pilot! -
Sometimes, when I pray, I pray to God not let me stop trying, that to achieve ...
; ... My "Never."
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