Purpose Me Volume 2: The Origins of Karina

By Seth Andre Robinson

About the Book
"And from this little girl shall come a generation of blessed people." This book is centered on such a girl. Karina, a fictional character created by Seth Andre Robinson, was born and raised in Ghana, Africa. Shy and quiet but spiritually gifted, Karina goes through a series of life-changing events—events that help her discover her purpose. Once receiving this revelation, she helps others to find the same.

About the Author
Hello, my name is Seth Andre Robinson. A native of Camden, New Jersey. I'm grateful for the opportunity to be able to share this story with you and to be able to do so in a creative matter.
I believe this story is God given. I also believe that when God ministers to us, he does so in one of three ways. Either God will plant a seed in our hearts, cultivate a seed that's in our hearts or harvest a seed that's in our hearts.
I pray that upon reading this book one of these three things will happen for you. To learn more about me and my Purpose Me project, please visit purposemethebook.com.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Aug 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9781638675723

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Significant names in the story and their meaning

Ghana: Warrior King

Kevin: Handsome, beautiful

Ruth: Friend

Zachariah: ‘God remembers

Hopkins: Bright fame

Lovinger: Loving

Donkor: The humble one

Ozigbodi: Patience

Gurunsi: Iron does not penetrate

Karina: One who is pure and precious

One

Standing on a hill in Africa overlooking the plains, Karina sees a host of relatives all dressed in white robes hugging one another while shouting and jumping for joy. Her son standing beside her turns to her with tears in his eyes.

We’re free, mama, he says with glee. We’re finally free!

Abena! Karina suddenly hears a voice calling in the distance. Abena, the voice calls yet again. Upon hearing the calling… she wakes as a little girl in a small, dark room that’s enclosed with dry mud walls and a roof.

It’s February 23, 1798, and this six-year-old little girl of the Gurunsi tribe is growing up in the Sirigu Village of Ghana, Africa, currently known as the Gold Coast.

Now fully awake, she hears the voice call once more, Abena! Jumping up from a multicolored wool mat that’s positioned on the cold, dusty floor, she runs outside to the voice that’s calling her name. There, she sees an African woman of dark complexion. Five feet, two inches in stature, she’s dressed in a tan and green cloak with floral prints. There you are, my child, the woman says to Abena in the Gur language. Come, she adds as she stretches her arms out towards her.

As exuberant joy shines from Abena’s dark complexed face, she runs towards her mother and jumps into her arms.

Now being held passionately Abena receives multiple kisses on the forehead and side of the face. Tonight, the beginning of a new moon will fill the night sky. It will be the beginning of the third full moon of this year. So, do you know what that means, my child?

Abena responds by nodding her head, Yes.

Yes! Today is the day on which you were born unto us and because this being the day of your birth, we shall celebrate. Now my little one, Abena’s mother says as she places her down to the ground, I have garments that I made for you to wear on your special day. Let us return back inside so I can clothe you in these garments. Come, her mother says as she extends a hand. Once Abena latches onto her mother’s hand, she’s led back inside.

Two

In an old church in Yendi, an eighteen-year-old man with piercing blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair makes his way inside. As he carries multiple travel-bags in each hand sweat streams down the side of his face and drips onto his tan colored shirt that’s already soaking wet. Following behind him is a young lady; eighteen years of age. With dark hair and eyes, her clothing clings to her clammy olive skin. As she wipes the sweat from her brow she says aloud, Dear God, this journey I have taken with thee from America to Africa has truly been long and treacherous.

Doth thy ears deceive thee? the man asks as he places the bags to the dusty floor, Do thy sense regret in thy voice?

No my love, she replies as she moves closer to him. There is no regret, she adds as she wraps her arms around his waist, For I have decided to take this journey with thee so thy can help thee find thy father and get reacquainted with him and once I behold the sight of thee and thy father joined together, it will bring thy soul great delight.

And I thank thee for thy presence, sweetheart, he tells her as he kisses her on the temple, For thy presence brings comfort to the nervousness I feel within thee. Hath not seen thy father in over a year and when last I saw of thee we did not part on good terms. But once I received word from an acquaintance stating that thy father was sick I journeyed here to Africa as soon as God would allow. I pray that when I see thy father he will not remember our past differences.

Oh my love, be not dismayed for I am sure that thy father loveth thee with an everlasting love and when he seeth thee he will greet thee with great delight.

Suddenly a door that’s located in the left corner of the sanctuary opens and out steps a middle-aged woman. Five feet, six inches in stature, she’s dressed in a narrow white dress that reaches to her ankles. Her faded blonde hair is parted in the middle and pinned into a bun that’s placed at the base of her head. May I help you? the lady asks without rendering a smile.

Yes Ma’am, the young man nervously replies, My companion and I have traveled here to Africa in hopes to find thy father.

Who is thy father?

Just then the door to the room that’s located in the left corner of the sanctuary opens once more and out steps a gentleman with salt and pepper hair. Standing at five-foot-seven he looks at the young man. May I help you? he asks with a British accent and a smile.

Yes sir, my companion and I have traveled here from America in hopes that I could find thy father. I was told that I could find him here for he hath done missionary work through this church.

And who might thy father be?

Zachariah Hopkins Sir, Pastor Zachariah Hopkins.

Kevin…Kevin Hopkins?

Sir? the man replies as he looks at the older gentlemen oddly, How doth thy knoweth thy name?

It is I, Pastor Timothy. It is I who wrote thee concerning thy father.

It is thee that hath sent word unto thee.

Yes, it is I. Pleasure to finally meet thee, Kevin, Pastor Timothy says as he extends a hand for a handshake.

And you as well, sir, says Kevin as he shakes his hand.

As Kevin and Pastor Timothy continue to shake hands, Kevin’s female companion whispers into his ear.

My love, may I have the pleasure of being introduced?

Oh! he then says as he gently guides his companion in front of him. And May I introduce to you my companion, Ms. Ruth Lovinger.

It’s a pleasure to meet thee, Ruth, says Timothy as he lightly shakes her hand.

Pastor, the middle-aged woman then lightly asks, "May I be introduced?"

Oh! Pardon me, where art thy manners? then says Timothy as he releases his hand from Ruth’s grip. This is Ms. Patricia Turnlington, keeper of the church.

Pleasure to meet thee, Ruth… and you, Kevin, says Patricia as she shakes their hands.

So, Kevin then asks as he begins looking around, Where is thy father that I might greet him?

Upon hearing the question, Timothy and Patricia nervously look at one another. Letting out a loud sigh, Timothy looks to the floor. As he raises his head back up, he looks at Kevin with tears in his eyes.

Three

Back at the Sirigu Village as Abena and her mother sit quietly outside their hut they enjoy a morning meal that consists of boiled compressed groundnuts and dry corn. Abena is now dressed in a red and gold Kente cloth. Her long jet-black thick wool hair that was once bushy and filled with dry dirt and leaves, has now been brushed, combed and put into multiple cornrows. And attached to each braid are small white beads that have been made out of ivory stones.

Abena, her mother then says as she reaches beside her and discreetly picks up a small clay bowl that’s covered with a thin white cloth, I have something to give to you. Something I know that will bring you great delight. Uncovering the bowl, Abena’s mother shows her a bowl that’s filled with chunks of pineapple. The sight of the luscious fruit causes Abena’s big brown eyes to expand even wider. I know you would be pleased, her mother says with laughter. For I know it is your favorite. Now, my child…partake. Upon receiving the command Abena reaches into the bowl and takes a wedge. As her mother watches Abena eat, she asks, You like?

Abena responds by simply nodding her head, Yes.

Hum, my daughter, says Abena’s mother as she begins rubbing her fingers across Abena’s braids, You have yet to speak and how I so long to hear your voice. Why the God of heaven have yet to open your mouth I do not know. But I do believe and even proclaim that one day God will open your mouth and when He does, He will cause you to speak words of healing to all those around you.At that moment Abena is seen pointing into the distance. Looking, her mother sees a group of men walking towards them. As the men draw closer Abena and her mother realize that the men are completely covered in dry mud and sticking out of their black wool untamed hair are pieces of straw. As the men continue drawing closer, an older man with salt and pepper hair emerges from behind. His pace carries him ahead of the others. The men now standing directly in front of Abena and her mother gives a look of frustration and anger. The older man looking tired and angry as well, opens his mouth and says…

Happy day of birth, my daughter.

Upon hearing her father’s words, Abena jumps up from the group and into her daddy’s arms. As he and Abena embrace face to face he spins her around while they both begin to laugh uncontrollably.

My sons, my sons, Abena’s mother then says, Welcome home my precious sons.

Thirteen young men whose ages range from twelve to twenty-three receive hugs and kisses from their mother. Abena’s father, who’s still holding Abena in his arms, receives a hug and a kiss from Abena’s mother as well.

"Welcome home Donkor, Abena’s mother then says to him as she rests one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder, It is so good to have you home."

"Oh my dear Ozigbodi, says Donkor as he stares deeply into her eyes and rubs the side of her face, How I miss you and our daughter so."

How was the hunting?

Hunting did not go so well, Donkor replies with a sigh, We only found these small rodents. He adds as he shows her a string of dead grass cutters.

Well, we shall make do with what our God ‘Yi’, our father has provided unto us. I am just happy that you and our sons are here, and safe. Now we shall celebrate Abena’s day of birth together.

Yes, says Donkor, We shall, he adds as he hugs Abena and her mother. Come together family, he then shouts, Let us come together in sweet embrace.

Upon hearing Donkor’s request, the sixteen of them then huddle together and bestow hugs and kisses on one another.

Four

In a town called Mirigu which is northeast of Yendi, stands Kevin in an old cemetery. As he holds flowers in his right hand, he sorrowfully looks upon a tombstone that reads Zachariah Hopkins 1756-1798.

For thee, father, he then says as he places the flowers on top of the tombstone, Sorry am I that thou were not able to see thee before thy took thy last breath… and sorry am I for how the way thou treatest thee the last time thou was in thy presence. As he continues to gaze upon his dad’s final resting place he thinks back to a time when he last saw his father alive.

In a bedroom in South Carolina, Kevin sits on the edge of his bed and fiddles with strings to a guitar. As he continues a knock is heard at the door. Thou may enter, he shouts, and into the room comes an up-in-age woman. Heavy-set, she has bright blue eyes and her faded gold blond hair is placed into a bun at the crown of her head.

Grandson, how art thou on this beautiful summer day?

"I am well, Grandmother, how