Author's Notes: I promise this is the last one until I finish all three stories! I just couldn't resist after watch an analyst video of Black Panther and the African American identity. But this is my last story series until I finish everything. Sit back and enjoy! And hopefully I'll stop making stories lol
Prologue
"I'm a woman, hear me out,
Never claiming to be something I'm not,
Don't want what's yours, just whats mine,
Not tryna take over, I just want my spots," - Strength of a Woman; Mary J. Blige
My Dearest Daughter:
From the moment I first heard your cry, I knew you had captured my heart. For months, your mother and I waited for your birth but nothing could prepare us for the love we felt when we first saw you. So small. So precious. You were perfect. Surely Bast had blessed me with such a treasure. I remember how it felt holding you in my arms, never wanting to let go. Your birth was like a dream unlike any I had before. But it was just that – a dream. A dream shattered by the passing of your mother shortly after your birth and the realization that I could not keep you. For you see, my child, I had committed a crime with your very conception and was forced to abandon you and return home. Our home – Wakanda. It was my dream to take both you and your mother there to be where you were meant to be – needed to be. A place untouched by the outside world where peace and prosperity reigned. Where you would have grown up spoiled and well taken care of – where I would have sung to you during every sunset. Life is truly cruel to have given me such visions but not allowing me to experience them. I wonder will you hate me for leaving you? I wanted you – I wanted you so badly, but I had taken an oath a long time ago that made me promise to never have you. So you had to be taken away from me. I hate the man who I once thought of as my closest friend for taking you away from me. He was allowed blessed with a child. I do not know if I will ever forgive him, but know this, my dear, sweet Fayole, I love you more than there are stars in the sky – and that just because they took me from you does not me they can stop you from finding me.
Take this as the first piece to finding me – to finding your home.
Your Loving Father,
Ekon
Usually on your 25th birthday, you're ready to start your life: freshly out of college, ready to take on the world, find love, and achieve your dreams.
This was the age of beginnings…
So, why?
Why was my 25th the age of endings.
The age that I found out I wasn't Robin Sophia Hartfield.
But the adopted child Fayole.
The age that I lost my identity.