Since the passing away of my father I have been mournful and fighting a war with those who fought against him. Among his enemies are some women, blood relatives, who, out of envy, decided to do everything evil they could think of to try to humiliate and make life miserable for him and his household, to quench their lives, steal his home and get him a most disgraceful burial.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about using this platform to write snippets about his story, which is not yet over, so that others can learn therefrom. As with other essays on this blog, but with more intensity, the longer I have delayed the longer I have been restless. So I will now write, and it will be under this title “My father slept” as a series.