WHEN ELDERS TALK
WHEN ELDERS TALK I was 18 years old, while he was already 80. My grandpa was a very lovely and caring man. An octogenarian, you wouldn't want to go a day without wanting to sit at his feet just to hear him talk about life. Right from my childhood days, I had always wanted to be with him, if not for other things. For the folk tales that always left us thinking as we mirrored the past, and wished we were there, and sometimes wished we weren't. Baba Yion(John), as he was called, was a very tall man. In fact, he was the tallest man in the whole community, and he had a fearful appearance(Nephilim in nature), but he never abused his mysterious size, as some today will capitalize on that to intimidate others. There are things I would do, and he would just look at me and smile. Sometimes, this could be those things he was supposed to have gotten mad at me. But as I progressed in life, I started asking myself some questions. "Is this lifestyle synonymous with elderly people?...