Come hell or high water, I’ll play!
As a language-learning nomad, I travel with the intention of immersing myself in the local language(s) to better connect with those around me. However, this can sometimes be challenging. Despite this, I strive to elevate the energy of the world and our planet, and my message to others is to prioritize self-love on a daily basis. I am currently in Piombino, Italy where the weather was chilly but the sun was shining brightly. As I enjoyed some music, I couldn’t resist swaying and dancing a little while observing people walking their pets or taking their children for a stroll.
Before we begin, take a moment to relax and give yourself some self-love. I have a video on my Langamor channel that can guide you through the process: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_i9ILpdCIE&t=963s
Today, I invite you to delve deep into our inner selves as I share my personal journey with you. In the coming months, I will be working on a book titled ‘Thanks for kidnapping me’. In this post, I will be sharing a story from my past, revealing a glimpse of the person I used to be as a young child. Join me on this inspirational journey of self-discovery.
No matter what you’ve been through, today is a new opportunity to transform your struggles into strengths. Let’s come together, share our stories, and learn from each other. You can find me on YouTube and TikTok at Langamor. Let’s inspire each other to greatness.
When I was just a baby, I was a victim of child trafficking. I was taken from the Paris region and sold into a Dutch Frisian family who lived in a small, closed-minded village near the beautiful Leeuwarden, the capital of Friesland. I remember feeling scared and alone during that time, as you can see in the picture of me as a frightened child. Despite the challenges I faced, I have been able to rise above my circumstances and find inspiration in my experiences.
I must confess that the image right above no longer feels like me. I made a conscious decision to revise my narrative and start anew. I let go of those who brought me here and instead, handpicked my own role models for parental figures. As I compose these lines, I envision my own clan, companions, and even a liberated lifestyle that aligns with my preferences. This act of self-reflection inspires me to forge ahead with renewed purpose.
I eventually joined the Friesland clan. Befke was the old Frisian name of the woman who was supposed to be looking after me. She would be my new type of mother. Her experience was far from a fairytale. Her father made her drink his piss before she could go to school when she was about 4 years old. Papa also enjoyed it when Befke sucked his dick. Befke failed to understand; couldn’t Mama suck Papa’s dick like it was the case for all other parents? Papa later remarked that Befke did a significantly better job than her mama. Befke was perpetually perplexed. I don’t blame her, either. She would exact revenge one day. If only those who wronged her would receive that retaliation. And it wasn’t at some random person…
Befke had the potential to be a wonderful person because of her natural beauty. However, when I was placed under her care as a happy and smiling baby, her violent tendencies were triggered by my radiance. Befke had control over me as she had paid for me, which was a defining moment for me. I made a vow to never let anyone harm me again. Even though Befke enjoyed hurting me and was thrilled when I bit her, I kept fighting back and refused to let anyone dim my shine, despite the scars and wounds she caused. This experience motivated me to keep going and remain resilient.
To be continued…
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