I believe in Reincarnation. A belief that some essential part of a
living being (in some variations only human beings) survives
death to be reborn in a new baby. I was told by my father that
he was so close to his grandmother, whenever he visited her
he would buy cow-feet and beef for her, because she loved that
so much. So when she was on her sick bed about to give up, she
called my father and told him that in her next life, she would
come back as my father’s daughter because he treated her so nicely
as an old woman. My father never believed this, he thought it was
a mere word of an old dying woman and besides that, my parents
are Christians. Later on, my mother had a baby girl, that girl
was me. The exact marks on my great grand mother’s chest are
the same marks on my chest, the same design and on the same spot.
To cut the long story short, when I turned two, my father
said he was eating at the dining table when I ran up to him
and said, daddy, can you buy me that meat that you use to buy
for me that makes me love you?. I am tired of eating fish with
you. “He said when he asked me what it was, I said cow-feet.
My father said that he nearly passed out. He never liked cow-
feet, never cooked it before in my house, and our house was in
such a place that we didn’t have close neighbors for one to say,
oh she heard it from somewhere”. It was really strange to everyone.
from that day on, my father never ceased to buy cow-feet for
me even when I didn’t ask for it.
A few years ago, I lost my mother to diabetes, when she was
preparing to visit me in the United States. I was so devastated
and helpless . One day, I saw her in a dream and she told me not
to weep anymore because she was coming to stay with me.
I did not understand what she meant by that. Shortly after that, I got
pregnant and had a baby girl. When she was almost two tears old,
I was mixing chocolate drink for her and wanted to add some sugar.
She said, “mummy, mummy, please don’t add sugar, I don’t want
to die again because of too much of sugar”. I was a little bit
scared but at the same time happy that she was here with me,
though, not as a mother but as a daughter. All these experiences
and other more made me strongly believe that indeed there is
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