I wasn't dreaming. I wept for my mum who died when I was eight. I cried for my dad who married again when I was ten and I cried for me. My friend Muriwai held me and told me he didn't know what else he could do to help me except be there. Emancipation can not happen where there remains unresolved grief and emotional amnesia.
Fear is borne of hopelessness.
Hope is the antithesis. The catalyst through Hope- renews I am constantly reviewing and reliving these events that have defined who I am and am persuaded to think that I survive because of Hope. Or is it to do with our notions of a greater universal plan. In my case the beliefs instilled in me as a child serve as the basis for my hope. Although I was less than faithful to the tenets of the church and certainly fell miserably short in the righteousness stakes, my hope for the future was built inextricably on those Christian teachings of my youth.