A Clan I Call My Tribe
Life has taught me many lessons and I have used to learn and unlearn the necessities therein. One thing that I am ready to let go of is those people who stood the ground for me when the chips were down.
I remember vividly how I was dealt a heavy blow by a burden I was trying to nurse because I was indebted to my boss. He enslaved me for many years and I had no other options than to stay and work and receive no wages.
Today, I am glad that some people could stay put and support me in those trying times. Those folks are referred to as my tribe. They are the friends that stick more than brothers. What more can I ask for?
Now, I am free. Free as a bird that broke away from the snare of the Fowler and my soul has found peace, courtesy of my beloved tribe.
This is amazing, Bro. I obviously don't know the whole story, but I know it's tough to be subjected to a situation where you have to work without getting paid, because of a debt you incured in the past.
Everything has its end and it's good you have people that stood by your side when life was tough. Those people are never to be forgotten.
That is life's lesson for each of us. It's a different stroke for a different folk.