How do I begin the story
of my cousin.
My cousin Knezil had
experienced a harsh life from the beginning to the end. Growing
up as a child in the heart of Chicago was a real experience for
him. His mother disowned him and his sister when they were very
small children. His mother was also an alcoholic and his father
also drank and was abusive to his family.
He learned to live on his
own, growing up in the streets. The place filled with deep dark
secrets that entail all that is forbidden, it is a place for no soul
to be placed. As a teenager, life for him was total
despair. He came to accept that his was just another face in the
crowd with no one to help him, only my grandmother and my mother to do
their best to assist him when needed. He did what he could to
stay alive, he followed the streets, robbing, stealing, drugs,
etc. He later paid his dues in prison. While he was in
prison, his sister, at thirty-six years of age, died of heart
disease. He also lost his brother within six months.
After prison, Knezil had a
new outlook on life. Knezil was an intelligent African
- American male. He finished his education and
received his GED. His dreams were short-lived due to the streets
that he could not escape. He started to drink and became very
unstable when it came to his drinking.
On March 21, 2000 at
1:30am, my cousin got up from his bed to answer the door. A guy or some
guys were yelling and calling out another man's name at his door. My
cousin went to the door, stood and looked through the peep hole to see
who they were, and without opening the door at all, my cousin informed
the guys that no one lived there. My cousin was then shot through the
closed door in the chest, then as he twisted around, was shot twice in
the side. He twisted again, and was shot twice in the other
side. He died at the hospital at the age of thirty-seven.
You know something, we may
never understand why things happen to us; we must leave it up to God
for us to cope and heal. What is the question
of WHY? We
analyze, reject it, project it, probe it, think about it and still
there will never be an understanding of WHY.
Death affects everyone and everything around us; we think it,
we see it, yet each will continue a different journey that
............... is each our own.
the life that you
Jivi J ......P.E.A.C.E
let the violence S/T/O/P!!