This is a father willing to tell as it was during his early years to allow his own progeny prospective of family history and to remain strong enough to meet challenges life meters. This is from heart of a concern dad not wanting his progeny marred by meaningless village taboos. Its about a village boy’s solitary sojourn and emancipation emanating from phantasmagorical proxy divorce levees onto innocent children caught in the row of divorce. It gives a synoptic view of village life from 1940 to 1957. In those days earth was a ‘Man’s World’.Women were to bow and carry instructions or face wrath of male chauvinism. Time the healer has spoken in today’s youth who no longer succumb to tradition norms. Path of this work is trailer blazer of roadblocks that would overwhelm giants. I thank my children for being part of my inspiration to help others and not exist selfishly. Grandpa warned, “Do not be greedy but remain humble and give something back to others.” I write to raise funds for building of Njawara village hospital.< Less