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There were members of the family that were supportive. We had to leave where we were living because the house was allocated to my father who was a staff of the college. We had a wonderful time in that house because there were about 15 children under one roof. Till today, we have an e-mail group and most times we reminisce about the good old days. Being the last of five children, were your elder brothers overprotective of you? They cared a lot about me but I would not say that they were overprotective. I do not think we have that trait in my family. We are jolly people in my family. We were very adventurous. Before my father died, he would make us learn verses of the bible and we would recite them before him on Sundays before we were allowed to eat lunch.
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When I was in Form Two, I had a young Irish lady who taught us French and within two weeks of her taking my class, I knew exactly what I wanted to become in life. I knew I wanted to become a French teacher because she was absolutely wonderful. After making that decision, I knew that I had to negotiate with my mother because she thought that the only doctors in life were medical doctors. I got to know that you could have a PhD and be called a doctor. Is doctor not a doctor?
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He was shocked but I told him that I was just playing the part. I did not venture into acting because I am in love with languages especially French; I wanted to be the best I could be as a French speaker. I sing as well and I am in the church choir, I was also in the school choir and I represented both my school and my hostel. I also love baking. There are many things one can do but you just have to stick to what you love the most. Has this adventurous spirit of yours ever landed you in trouble? Not at all; in fact, I keep asking myself if I have done enough in life. What are you holding yourself for? When we were crossing the border, the immigration officers asked why I was bothering the old women and they eagerly said that they were not being bothered.
They eventually had a time of their life and left to them, they would have bought everything in the market when we went shopping. This has always been the way I live my life. At the age of 75, my aunt bought herself a keyboard and said she wanted to learn how to play it. She got a teacher to teach her and that is what is normal for me. In fact, other than my great-uncle Eugene, who got mixed up with some shady characters and ended up stuffed piecemeal into the trunk of his Cadillac, the Cumbys were known to be big-hearted good-old-boys, prone to a little recklessness now and then, but never going so far astray as to affect the family reputation.
As a boy in the s, I thought the Ku Klux Klan was just another charitable social club with a funny name, like the Rotarians and the Jaycees. At that time, in the rural South, racism was a core cultural value, just as embedded into our psyches as patriotism and the love of family and God. It was a confusing time, trying to reconcile our fierce Southern pride with the dawning realization that racism might actually be a great evil. Last year, inspired by a photograph of an ancestor in Confederate uniform, I set out to trace the family lineage, expecting it led across the Atlantic to Scotland, like so many other Appalachian surnames.
I searched genealogy websites, exchanged emails with other Cumbys, and scoured old graveyards in Georgia and the Carolinas. After months my research hit a dead-end with an ancestor named Stephen Cumby, a Revolutionary War soldier born in North Carolina. It was as if Stephen had deliberately tried to hide his parentage. I finally realized that Stephen had changed the spelling of the family surname, and that the name Cumby was a corruption of the original name of Cumbo. To my great surprise, my original patrilineal ancestor, the one who brought the Cumby name across the Atlantic, had been an African slave. His name was Emanuel Cumbo. In the s, Angola was a Portuguese colony and the primary source of slaves for the cane-fields of Brazil, where Emanuel was bound until his slave ship was attacked by a Dutch privateer and rerouted to the new English colony at Jamestown.
Slavery was not yet an institution in the British colonies, and he somehow managed to keep his African surname and ultimately earn his freedom. After three hundred years of intermixing with Europeans and Native Americans, his African name was bequeathed to me, a white blue-eyed Southern boy from Tallapoosa, Georgia. I found myself looking in the mirror, wondering what Emanuel Cumbo had looked like and what he must have endured.