Daddy sold my memories

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Daddy has a disease, he has had it for a long time, since I was a little girl. Nobody likes to admit that he's sick, they all prefer to be mad at him, point their long fingers at my daddy, like he doesn't already know he has a problem...sometimes I have been with them, pointing, blaming, bitter, angry. That is when I was younger, before I started going against the grain.

Daddy has a disease, he has had for a long time, since I was a little girl. It makes him tremble, his eyes watery, his mind weak, his mouth loose, his heart hard. Nobody likes to admit that he's sick, they all call him names, they brand him, they display their disappointment in him, they warn their kids not to be like him...like he doesn't already know he has a problem.

Daddy has a disease, he has had it for a long time, since I was a little girl. It made my mommy leave, it made us all leave, it made me miss out on daddy conversations in school, it made me sick with worry and fear, it made my sister grow up too fast, it made my brother really protective of us, it made us blame our every mishap on him...like he didn't already know he had a problem.

Daddy has a disease, he has had it for a long time, since I was a little girl. My daddy is an alcoholic, a blazing one, of his own admission, I had a conversation with him recently, he already knows he has a problem. I want to understand him, lead him to the light, but he has sold out my memories, he has sold out the home I grew up in, he tore down the walls I slept within, the kitchen we ate from, the corridors I collided with everyone one in, see, I'm clumsy like a bull in a China shop, daddy sold the roof that sheltered me just to fuel his habits...I want to help my daddy, he already knows he has a problem, but right now I crave my memories.....

Location: Haller Park - Butterly Park, Mombasa

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