Not all, but indeed the origins of everything in this world I live in.

It was all taken away, but even then, what was taken away was a lie I created. An imaginary, extraordinary expression of my abandonment.

My name is still mine but earned as a reference to the clouds where I spent most of my time, either flying through them or dreaming of them. Tkapindu Shuma was undoubtedly given to me as it reflected me. I turned it into a life-giving name. I had to.

But don’t we all live in a made-up world with made-up rules and self-imposed punishments?

Is it not true that culture is a series of common beliefs and social standards we all impose on ourselves simply because our parents and society taught us to do so? Is life not a make-believe word already?

I am just admitting the obvious.