De Angelz Dna

By Okoye Felix Ifeanyi

In the book De ANGELZ DNA, Felix, as a talented African writer, reformist, and human rights activist, uses his powerful lyric inspiration to create a novel with overwhelming eminence. It is a story of siblings, a boy and a girl, straining to be who they really are as they enter a world where their dreams are ruthlessly threatened, their lust partially fulfilled, and their sexual orientation rebuffed and twisted by the society that cannot compromise so-called morality over social justice. This is a story of enormous compassion which portrays the most painful alienation of people by the people who never loosen up on beliefs that profess how things should be rather than acceptance, mutual respect, and responsibility of humans to fellow humans.
Anthony Gathambiri (from Kenya)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Dec 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499092899

Okoye Felix Ifeanyi

Okoye Felix Ifeanyi is a motivational speaker, writer, reformist, and human rights activist born in 1979 in Abatete, Anambra State, Nigeria. In 2008 he graduated cum laude with a bachelors of arts degree in philosophy from Saint Joseph’s Theological Institute. He completed an honours degree in policy and development studies in 2010 from the University of KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, where he later obtained a master’s degree in education and development while writing this book. He is a member of the South African Cluster Gender Committee, South Africa Red Cross Society (SARCS), South African Council of Educators (SACE), and 2013 best student award-winner and member of the Golden Key International Honour Society. His hobbies include community involvements, writing, and debate; among his publications are Self-Discipline, Success Is Failure Turned Inside Out, and Being Twenty-First Century Man.

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

DEDICATION

To equality, freedom, and fraternity

Acknowledgements

I am indebted to Saint Joseph’s Theological Institute, School of Philosophy, West Street, Pietermaritzburg, and University of KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, for their intellectual stimulation and contributions particularly to Fr Luke Mlilo (PhD), Dr Jim and Liz Taylor, Dr Okeke Paul, Joseph Arinze, Anthony Gathambiri, and many others. I also owe an enormous debt of gratitude to everyone whose guidance, suggestions, constructive criticisms, and grievances have facilitated the rigorous process of making this piece of work realizable. Much credit must also go to my team of highly qualified editors and others whose names are here not mentioned for their commendable input and for the job well done. I also wish to extend my special gratitude to my mentors, publishers, friends, and well-wishers for their immense support that made this work a realizable success.

I owe so much to my loving parents, Mr and Mrs Mark and Rose Okoye, for their prayers and encouragements—I love you so very much! And to my brothers, Engr. Chukwudi Okoye, Emmanuel Okoye (late), and Paulmark Okoye, for their relentless support all the way. Finally, I would not forget my benefactors without whose generosity this book may not be a success, and many others whose names are here not mentioned; may you be rewarded abundantly for your enormous support, hospitality, and kindness. I take my hat off to each and every one of you! Thank you so very much.

Chapter One

H uman life would indeed be very boring without diversity, new discoveries, and unexplained realities, meaning there wouldn’t have been doubt, fear, surprises, and of course, yet-to-be-discovered life realities. The question of where we were when we were not has over the past centuries been addressed by different world views, ideologies, and school of thoughts, yet the question of death and origin of life continue to puzzle the mind. Some have dismissed it entirely on the ground that when you were not, you simply were not! Others remain indifferent, while most religions believe they have found the black cat in the dark room. Similarly, the question of which sexual orientation is authentic, should be encouraged, or should be shunned has recently become the order of the day given the increasing acceptance of self and pressure for recognition by people attracted to the same sex. This is the moment—the present circumstance facing ever-changing humanity. When you live in the moment, you are the product of the moment; otherwise, you are either daydreaming or fast asleep. Yesterday exists only in memory; tomorrow is just a hope founded in our dream as part of the human unquenchable desire to see another moment. All we have and can live is the moment—any other thing that perhaps comes to mind must reflect the moment. About your happiness, please do not ask me; one thing I know is that the connection between you and your happiness must be found inside you, whereas your pain remains strongly connected to the things you want most, attracted and attached to, and cannot have. Most of us often confuse belief with certainty , like believing in change, that everything changes, and that change remains unstoppable, yet we do everything in our power not to watch the change but to resist it. Most people believe that they can change what they believe in and what they believe in can change them, yet they do not expect what they believe in to change. My late father, Leonard, believed that things can change or we can change things just as things can change us or change themselves thus the dynamics of change. He believes that when things we want to change changes in our favour, we should rejoice and adjust to optimise utility, whereas if something changes against our expectations, then it becomes a call for us to change ourselves in groups and individually to activate universal harmony. Those words only make sense to me now than before when I was among the ‘Thomases’ out there who need not only the presence of Jesus but a touch of his wounds to believe. I am a student of my life, and I have learnt in a hard way through life. This is the story of my life; it may be a mistake, but it is my teacher. I wished I had learnt from some other person’s life rather than mine; you might be lucky to learn from mine and from other people’s experiences because you may definitely not live long enough to have all those experiences by yourself.

Imagine a world where there is no variation or diversity; I mean a world where there is no difference between your parents, if you have one. Hence you cannot differentiate your mother from your father as they look physically alike so also do they behave entirely the same way. Imagine a world where I look exactly the same as your cousin, cars are identical to trains and aeroplanes in all ramifications, hospitals looking like malls, and your television is the same as the radio and the same as your cell phones. Imagine the world where there is no distinction between fire and electricity, water and air maybe. Would that world be where you want to be? Imagine a world where there is nobody to blame for your mistakes, where there is no invisible devil to be blamed for tempting you into wrongdoing and invisible gods to rescue you from the undesirables. Imagine a world without the devil or temptations; of course you and I will definitely miss certain things like those temptations that put a smile into our hearts which end up making us vulnerable but spared us excruciating effects of boredom. For sure, the absence of temptation will definitely compel us to go to other worlds or planets seeking for pleasurable temptation like the biblical story of angels that sneaked into the world to have a good time with beautiful earthly creatures. Isn’t that an indication that life on earth is admirable at least to heavenly creatures? Imagine a world where there is nobody to be respected, anybody can be humiliated or bullied by you as you journey through life—if there is any—such that when you meet someone who want you dead, then it’s the end for you. Imagine the world where everyone is a suicide bomber; perhaps you would not have had a chance to become one and to share in the dream of grabbing eternity virgins because others who desired the same virgin reward would have bombed your mother even before you were conceived or while you were still in the womb. Imagine the world where there is no education, and of course, there wouldn’t be a bomb in the first place. Imagine a world where nobody believes in anything. Imagine the worst—if you can give the noise in your head a tea break!

One day I was taking an evening stroll down the street. Then I came passing a famous restaurant where I overheard the chef–owner of the restaurant yelling at the only customer sitting and dining in front of him. I was startled why this man would yell at the only customer, so I decided to slow down and listen further. The restaurant owner was complaining that the dish he prepared that evening was confirmed by many customers as the best so far compared to previous spectacular dishes his restaurant has been known for. I looked at the particular customer who was eating face down and indeed mean-looking and angry. The chef had been watching him for the past few minutes and perhaps wondering why he was sad and, out of desperation, burst into enquiring from the customer what exactly seemed to be wrong with the dish. But the customer ignored him, which made him, however, more desperate to know and even yell at the customer. That is when I coincidentally came passing by; after persistent questioning and yelling by the chef, the customer said, ‘I am just worried about recent behaviour of my wife.’ It happened not to be about the food; it was just a family matter. Oftentimes the noises in our head, lives, culture, and beliefs prevent us from fully listening and enjoying the good thing presented before us by life. How would the customer enjoy the tasty dish in front of him with such an emotionally disturbing thought in his mind? Every person we meet every day is specially made and unique in their own way, and the recognition of that changes everything.

Ella is Demes’s one and only sister, and they are both my children. All Demes has always wanted most is to have his sister, Ella, who is two years younger than he is. As a child, I would think like other children the two were being close to themselves. It gets weird as Demes’s childhood plays would be kissing and hugging his sister. Just as any mother, I waded and tried to talk Demes out of