years I felt that I had some connection to Africa. I've
long accepted my memories as from a past life. In my
memory, I was a black man, native to Africa. A white
family employed me, and I was very fond of them. I have
many memories of my bwana and memsahib (these words
mean "mister" and "mistress" in
Swahili, which I am sure was my native tongue), and
I know that they trusted me and treated me fairly. My
employers were English, possible an Army family. My
research implies I was native to Kenya.
My memory most relevant to our story is that my employers
had a young daughter, and I remember being quite protective
of her. One day she came to fetch me, and dragged me
to show me something in the yard. She kept repeating
"pretty stick" and I felt very uneasy, thinking
she might have disturbed something dangerous. I was
right; she had been prodding a deadly snake with a stick,
and I had to pick her up, run back to the bungalow and
set the dog on the snake.
When I first met the friend who showed me your site,
we clicked straight away. I remember feeling very motherly
towards her and we became very close. One day, she told
me how she used to have dreams of Africa when she was
little. She told me about a black man who she remembered
saving her from a snake. I was interested because of
my own experiences, but never said anything about it.
She had another memory, a lot more terrifying, of her
mother from her past life being pregnant and standing
in their kitchen with a knife, as the bungalow was being
attacked by blacks. She said they killed their dog.
This memory of hers shocked me, and somehow jogged my
memory. I knew that the dog that was killed was the
dog I had set on the snake in my memory.
I shared my story with my friend, who was just as shocked
as I was. When I told her about the snake, she stopped
me and said, "Jenga". I was speechless. I
suddenly knew that Jenga had been my name, and that
my friend had been the little girl I was so fond of
in that former life.
It's reassuring to have somebody with me whom I have
known from a previous life. We're convinced that something
brought us together, and we're inseparable now. I have
also read that we surround ourselves with familiar souls
throughout our journey, and there is something immensely
comforting in that.
& Kelly xx
Please respond to: John
Posted Sept. 7, 2010