So I don’t know much about the story of my birth. I was abandoned at birth at a bus station in Lusaka… and then I was taken to the orphanage shortly after that. So that’s all I know about my birth, but I… I know that I often feel things that aren’t mine, so often I’ll feel scared or I’ll feel sad or angry and it’s not a fear that I can track to any place in my life and then if I feel deeper into that then I realize that it’s probably my mother’s fear. So that I don’t know anything about her, I feel like she’s always there.
