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There was no telling what had been transpiring on the h that there were still slaves alive as I had been cast to free them like some sort of a proverbial Moses

The syroaned aloud I had been tasked with the leadership oriented task to lead people out of the bondage of dark self-ie that drew blood at the bite of the whip It was alarly parallel with the task appointed to Moses and his second wife had been naht say that the coincidence stopped there because Moses was brown and I was black, but they would be wrong My great ancestors from Africa hadn't been taken captive and turned into slaves in West Africa like most in the American South and the Caribbean had been

Instead they had been captured and enslaved along the east coast of Africa just off the shore of Ethiopia My ancestors had been partly Jewish by heritage One from the tribe of Naphtali and the other froe over to America they bore a son who they named Levi after the father's Jewish ancestry in an attee and they had My father had died five years ago, but he had ever been the historian So much so that to reaffirm history he had named me, his only son, Levi, after the boy who had been born into captivity on the journey to America, in his attempt to assert that the captivity of the past was over

I went by Eli, because I'd been embarrassed by my real name I'd never wanted to be seen as someone special or unique because of e back to the likes of Moses' own tribe of Levi

Moses had been on the back side of the desert in the land of Midian for forty years without a true purpose in life before he'd been called and pressed into duty by God I'd been lost in a desert at sea for seven years, which was the nuh the hole in the ocean had been the seventh year anniversary of , which had been partly to bla up to that event My mood always took a nose dive southward that time of the year

There were just toothis one up in sy time and I felt humbled to know that I was part of an overall process that ell beyond the years of my life and experiences