This is not my body yet every hour a part of the truth becomes hidden from me. Here I am an African prince while yesterday I was a blue collared worker in Detriot with not a harem but one beautiful wife. How can I get her back before I forget who I was and will she accept me even though this culture comes from a whole different path we previously walked. Will she decide to leave it all and become my “main wife” or will I just learn to accept that life and death will never be the same. I don’t know all I know is time is ticking before my mind forgets what body I was.