MEMORY OF MY DAD TELLING ME STORY
I remembered when my late Dad used to tell me stories, this particular story, I can never ever forget. It is as he has left his essence in the story and each time I call to memory the story, I feel his presence. One of the story he told me was about Uleko. Uleko means the vessel of beauty. You can replace beauty with wow to have vessel of wow (VOW), which defines oat, undertaking, pledge, promise, declaration, swear and guarantee. I am a pledge to ASCAT, because my late mum gave me up to his service and the dynamics of my service is a labor of LOVE with the sole aim of liberating people from deliberate ignorance. Here is one of the story my late Dad told me and he started the story by saying, “I died!” I was shocked when he said, “This is the story of how I died.” When he was still alive. Has he lived in a world apart from this world we are? I was curious to have answers to the questions in my heart patterning the statement he made. It was weird.
My dad went on…