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Copyright©2020 by Honeyj Morgan.

Autobiography dedicated to my grandfather { Mr Obassi Odinga}

I have always considered myself very fortunate being raised by a very poised man (my gram)
A typical Caribbean native, a journalist and a historians by profession.
You can best believe our home was filled with all kinds of books, we even had our own private library.
I was raised to always spent time with books which I was not so much a fond of. Like every teenager I rather spend time on stuffs I thought was fun at the time.
Spending countless time on social media, watching TV.
The second I on the TV, there comes my grandfather “ young lady! You know there’s other ways to discover the world and it called reading “
Me ( instantly turn moody)
Angrily I will yanked my slender body up and head for the library just to please him. I will spend few hours flipping through pages pretending to be reading for his viewing purpose.
Wake Up Call
One very unfortunate day the harsh reality hit me.
It was Sunday morning during Sunday school section when I was asked to read a scripture.📖📖📖
😩All my life I have always thought I was a good reader till I heard myself read outloud that faithful morning. Well🙄🙄 I could read alright, I sounded so well in my head but I never actually did heard how I sounded out loud.🤦‍♀‍
That day I felt like a doddering old woman shaking with uneasiness and shame. I felt very embarrassed for the hearing of others....