By Charles Leyman Kachitsa
Story telling is quickly become the best way of teaching and learning. It is also the way people have realise that you could use to mould the character of children. This is not a new thing though.
Before writing was invented people used to preserve knowledge and history through story telling where stories were passed between one generation to the other. The Bible is a collection of stories which were first such type that came from the people who were witnesses of the Risen Jesus Christ and were able then because of the powerfulness of the amazing story to tell those who were newly born. That’s how some years later when writing was discovered some thought of keeping such amazing stories on something permanent.
Most developed countries understand the importance of preserving such stories and in some cases artefacts in terms of symbols or other forms. That’s why you will find that all the major cities of the world have big museums which are part and parcel of their land marks. Their governments have some limit of how even those stories considered state secrets are released to the general public for instance declassification is 30 years in the United Kingdom and 30 years in the United States of America. Such declassification affords people to learn from the information the reasons behind actions that the state may have deemed classified and also for learning to take please if the actions so kept led to some mistakes.
It is with this that on an individual level just learning about your family background, the historical cultural background has immerse benefits on understanding our world view as a person. It is in understanding your roots that a person becomes totally himself in most instances connecting with their purpose that releases their full potential as a person. In most cultures names given to people were given such that they carry the historical trade of their parents and therefore perhaps edge future lines of their generation to follow the same path only if we listen carefully. For example in my country of origin you hear names such as Cabbage (Kabitchi) which may mean the grandparents were good vegetable growers. It could be perhaps that the grand children from such a name if they choose vegetable growing it could be gold to them as it is in their blood. Or it could be that using the skills in vegetable growing such children can do amazing work in other fields but it would only come if they do first understand that.
This week we will finish off the quotes from the book that has kept us on for the past two pieces. It comes from a so amazing true story of a woman who lived her (is still alive) as so many trades which you can imagine. She lived all the lives one could imagine, a prisoner, a prisoner of war, a rape victim, school drop out, an apprentice, a voyager, a sea stroller, first lady, arm commander, sea captain, tour guide, prostitute, polyandry, sugar mom, mother, grand mother, carer, a spy, intelligence officer, government operative, an assassin, a state agent, a drug addict, a primitive forest dweller, office manager, librarian, second wife, a mistress, a wife, a volunteer, refugee, community worker, waiter, writer, mediator, a marshal, soldier, thief, burglar, a conduit and a police woman. Read the quotations and I am sure you will learn one or two things:
THE SPY WHO LOVED CASTRO – How I was Recruited by the CIA to Kill Fidel Castro by Marita Lorenz
“Fortunately, they had taken me to Columbus Hospital in Midtown which, in those days, had the best recovery record in the city. I could hear my mother crying in the room outside. Several of my lovers were with her, J.J., Frankie Gio, Tommy Tea, Eddie ….. I could feel great tenderness towards them. In fact, I baptised my baby, Mark Edward, in homage to Eddie who had lost a daughter to a brain tumour. He insisted that the baby, with red hair like him, was his but I knew it was Louis’s. I had only to count the months that my Kosher Nostra lover had been out of the country on a cruise.”
“For the forces working in the shadows at that time, Sturgis had to be one of their very worst nightmares. He was a man with too much to say and a lot to be silent about and accustomed to acting exactly as he wished, something that made him as unpredictable as he was dangerous, especially after he had been imprisoned and, to his mind, betrayed. I could certainly testify that he continued to be selfish, driven only by his own interest, and was a true soldier of fortune. When he came up with a strategy that would enable him to get revenge as well as make money, he saw me as a pawn that he didn’t mind sacrificing.”
“I was in charge of 600 children who were lodged in two enormous barracks and I learned with horror that they didn’t know how to treat them. The little ones cried a lot, unable to come to terms with being separated from their parents. The military’s response to tears, an anguish I knew only too well because I had shed them and felt the same way in Drangstedt, was to inject the children with something that rendered them unconscious for a couple of days. After their stay at the base, they sent them to orphanages all over the United States or handed them to someone who was happy to sponsor them and they let them go, giving them $3,000 and Social Security cards and health care but also a considerable baggage of hatred and confusion.”
“I guess, but apart from him I don’t feel I have any family. I don’t say that as a reproach because I’m not very good at staying in touch. I have been a wanderer all of my life and have lived without a permanent address for a long time. Nor do I say it with angst. I don’t miss it because I don’t think I know what family is and what I don’t know I can’t miss. What is clear is that we never get together, we don’t do things that families traditionally do such as getting together for Thanksgiving. We all go our own way.”