In 1993, I was admitted at the hospital and scheduled for an orthopedic surgery a month ahead. The Spanish doctor who was to perform my surgery will visit me and my mother in the hospital ward every morning... and ask me to practice trying to stand by myself and start walking bit by bit everyday until the time of the surgery. I didn't want to do it. My worried mother asked me why and I said the walking excercise routine is so painful. So I can't do it. Besides I have you and dad, and my brothers to help me always. Why should I struggle to walk on my own when you guys are there to always help me. I remember my young stupid self giving my dear mother that answer. The answer she gave me was; Kwame, I will not spell doom for you. But if you don't strive to walk on your own on the canvas, you may soon realise in the near future, your brothers will prefer holding their girlfriends hands to yours. In my little mind, I thought my mother was mean and heartless for saying that...