As a child I asked many questions; most of the time I was dismissed because I asked questions ahead of my years. For example, “Who was the last slave in our family?” Surely, today I have many answers but still lack some. In my nosiness and persistence, I learned several stories about my relatives in Tortola. I now have a sense of identity that I lacked before. I have a new pride in the people who chose to live and sacrifice so that each generation would be in a better position to empower their communities.
I encourage to you ask your family questions. I believe you will be pleasantly surprised how enriched your life will become with your newfound knowledge. It will add dimensions to your awareness and life’s purpose.