Destiny: Light In My Transgender Illusion

By Genny Kwaning

This book is usable to teaching the adult service, teen church and children service as well. A book that is written in simple English standard in order for all to be able to read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Nelson
• Release date: Mar 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781400306114

Genny Kwaning

Genny Kwaning is a young woman of African heritage. Burn into Christian family of five, she grew to discover God for herself. She is a writer, blogger, film maker as well as a minister of the Gospel of Christ. Based on personal challenges and experiences, Genny writes clearly about daily life issues and events through the Word of God, Natural and Social Sciences. As a biological scientist, she is well able to connect and show the link between science and the Word of God.

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CHAPTER 1

THE INDISCERNIBLE ILLUSION

My name is Genevieve Kwaning Oduro. I’m sorry, but I meant my parents named me Genevieve Kwanimaa Oduro. I wish I could tell you how my life was from birth until I realized I was a living being. However as you well know, life only begins for a person the moment they begin to realize the society they live in and are able to relate with others in it. So that is how my story began.

As a child of a teacher, I began school in the early stages of life; probably earlier than my age mates. I attended nursery at the Primary A Kindergarten school. It was the only kindergarten school in my village—Pramkese in the eastern part of Ghana.

They were always doing their best to get us engaged in our various classes; we could hear everyone since we were all clustered in groups (class) in the old Baptist church building. I guess you can only imagine the chaos that occurred in this small church every single school day. We wore check-check as we called it due to the designs in the material which were in small units of cubes joined together and spread across the uniform. It was beautiful. What color was it? I can’t remember the actual color of the uniform, but I think it was red. Yes, it was red. I remember how my little friends looked nice and confident in it. Their mothers would style their hair and put some matching ribbons afterwards. Well, that was only on Mondays.

I was known to be a smart kid in my nursery class. And as it is done in many places, anyone who fails the finals would not be promoted. There was what we call our day every promotion term. We would carry foods from our homes and eat in school as a celebration. Most people shared their food with friends and we often brought gifts to our dear teachers. I remember that on this day, I had entered the cardboard (where we keep our books; it was made from wood like that of kitchen cabinets) with one of my friends called Maa Youu. I remember that she attempted to touch me and my sudden reaction made the cardboard roll down from the stage where it was standing. Yes, we were still in the cardboard all that time. The sound of the fallen cardboard startled everyone and drew their attention to what made the cardboard fall. Miss A came along with a cane . She opened the cardboard and there we were lying in the