DahviaI, Rastafari Sistren-part 1

From The Rastafari Expression,
A regular column by Kaya I IsesaJah, May 08, 2006         

Later in my trod, knowing something was different in my mind and soul I reasearched my roots some more. I found I was Swedish/Dutch on my mothers side and French-African and Welch on my fathers side. Since they were from Europe so I was (European) kept here. They couldn't take me with them due to immigration problems. Researching my roots was frustrating, empowering and divisive of my whole life. With the help of a Muslim man (I have to say that he was so wonderful to me and essential in finding my roots)I found I was adopted and the records veiled in secrecy by Babylon..

He had broken into the files and let out the big secret, causing me to get into a whole racial schism with my adoptive family...

My father in particular was incensed that I was not as "white" as I appeared to be or was advertised by the adoption agency. My son has extreme problems with his mixed heritage as he chooses to be in an environment that is very suspiciously racist and intolerant).

InI found the beauty of Truth hidden for decades! Praise Jah for the man of Faith that saw InI need and broke all the rules to find it!!

Since I had my Identity firmly as Rasta and a Dawta of The Most High since child hood the whole mess was fairly comical as everyone else struggled with this new insight. I felt happy that at least part of the puzzle was solved. I had contact with my maternal grandmother for a time and even visited France to see her but sadly we lost contact. My search continues as I have found out my mother is in Martinique and well so I am following up on that as well as I can now.

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Regardless, My saving grace was Jah and in the Rasta assurance that it doesn't really matter as I have been called out of the fray.. Babylon can struggle and heave and InI under the cloak of Jah and H.I.M. until eternity. I need no other assurance that I belong and are of the "right" race.

A comical aside is that as a child my hair was very nappy/curly and hard to keep in submission. When I was away at boarding school I was remiss in carding it all out and braiding it back in two braids..one of the braids had a third of it a giant lock!! No one knew until some dumb girl told sister mary elephant (she wasn't "grace " to me for sure) and she upon assessing it cut it off!! This left me with a substantially thinner braid on one side and a little stump of hair that always came undone in the braid,pointing out accusingly at anyone that would look. I cried for days and swore I would become a Jewish girl at that point..reading only the old testament for many years..I was so undone!!

The Rasta nannies told me that if I wanted to dread obviously I could and only had to wait until I got into my own gates. I made it a point to leave my parents domicile as quickly as possible after that..but it still took many years of study and waiting to get my very own crown! I think on this now, many crowns later and of my baby self and fyah even early on, empower the youth I say, wherever they may be. They may well grow strong in Jah!

Education- RN, degree in nursing, working on advanced degree in nursing, philosophy and theology.

Working as-nurse, healer, Rasta, Woman, Friend to all.

Marital Status-married twice, divorced twice. One child, grown, not in contact at this time due to religious differences and racism.