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The phrase “life is a journey” is often used as a metaphor
to describe our transient stay on earth.
As for me, it is not just a metaphor but an inseparable fact of life. This journey started from the day I was
born. Astrologers concluded that my
birth meant the death of my father. The
only escape from this impending doom was for me to be out of his sight forever. There was no way for father to leave the family
as he already had three daughters to look after. Thus, I was let loose from the family to wander
the face of the earth to avoid my father’s sight. Until the age of 16, I stumbled through this
journey from place to place, often at the mercy of people; some good and some
really evil.