Findings on the road to self transformation-know thy beast

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My beast was born the day my father died.

I was fast asleep when my mother woke me up in a state of real distress, telling me to go get a doctor from the neighbourhood . It was my dad . He was not well. I remember rushing to their bedroom to see him heaped on the floor, eyes closed and frothing from his mouth. He died that night .