Join Free! | Login    
   Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  Karl Morgan, iVenkataraman Gopalakrishnan, iRichard Sharp, iCraig Hartpence, iPinckney Rivers, iJames Becher, iSophie Davis, i

  Home > Biography > Articles Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Nelson Yiga

· + Follow Me
· Contact Me
· Articles
· 3 Titles
· 1 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Jan, 2007

Nelson Yiga, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Featured Book
by Terry Vinson

Between TIME and TERROR lies... 'THE WITCHING HOUR'. Twenty-eight terror tales in all. 'Night Gallery' meets 'Creepshow'...on steroids......  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

An Immigrants Story for triump and struggle and persistance to stay Legal
by Nelson Yiga   
Rated "G" by the Author.
Last edited: Monday, January 15, 2007
Posted: Monday, January 15, 2007

  Print   Save    Follow    Share 

Recent articles by
Nelson Yiga

An Immigrants Story for triump and struggle and persistance to stay Legal
Evangelical aids healer claims to pray for aids victims
           >> View all

Why would'nt I be Legal?

The beginning of my career fall.

It had been few months when our shows had started. I was performing three shows everyday. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Filling a 450 hundred Auditorium. The music was touching and word was going around everywhere of a young man who sings like Jimmy Katumba of the former Ebonies. TV ads were running and most people were looking. I had left my home for over a year and no one had even tried to find me.
One night, from what I was told by Elizabeth (Elizabeth is the mother of my second born son), she was watching TV after the 9:00pm News when she saw a commercial. Elizabeth had met me when she and her husband built a home next to my daddy's shop. She helped me get back to School after my stepmother had made a chef in her restaurant while all my brothers and sisters went to school. We had become good friends and we would talk as a young man. I did not have feelings for her at the time and so when I left to go sing some years later, I had no clue that music would bring us back together. Little did I know that God had made path, broken it and pieced it back together.
Back to the point, when Elizabeth saw me in the commercial, they were advertising the new Musical by the Theatrikos. Theatrikos had been known to have award winning drama and well-written plays, not musical. She was surprised for a boy she had helped few years earlier had grown into a man and was even getting famous.
She called my mother, they sat and talked about it but my mother did not believe her till the commercials came back again.
She says that, she saw anger in my mum's eyes she had never seen anywhere else.
My mother left her house without even saying goodbye. She went and told everyone and everyone was spreading the word around. I was a son of a Land Owner one of the notable is our village. And to be on TV singing at my age was the first of a kind for someone my age.

So one Christmas, my co-star and me were drinking sodas outside in the interval when I saw a pick up truck of my father. He had over sixty children on the back piled up like bananas. I did tell my friend, "That is my father!" She saw the expression on my face, which showed fear and she asked me, "really," and also added "you said you did not have a father!"
I told her "NO, I do." "And he is there."
My father went to the box office and told Marion that he needed to see his son perform. Marion told him, that I did not have a father but the features could not hide.
So he told him to wait in the office as she called the Director. The show was delayed. My father met my Director and they went through the entire story. He apologized and told him, drama had been for spoilt kids that is the reason he treated me that way, however now he knows why and he was proud of me.
I was called in; I fell into my daddy's arms and wept. To him I was still a child because I had never seen him care so much like that day.

When we started the show, the Director made it a special show and explained what had happened before and even announced why my songs touched peoples' hearts and why I wrote them the way they were. Because they had been true stories from my heart.
We performed and I cried all the way through the shows but seriously singing. That same day Hijirt had showed up, she could not bear see me cry alone on stage. She had known about my past. She had taken care of me when my parents left me sick in my room. She had taken me to the hospital and paid the bill.
She came over to the stage; I sung a love ballad holding her tight closer to me, while the rest of the chorus girls shouted high and the show ended.
She had left a simple letter that said, "I will always love you."

Web Site: nelson Legal Alien Story

Want to review or comment on this article?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Popular Biography Articles
  1. A Dark View in General
  2. Moving Pictures--Book Review
  3. I Was a Male War Bride - the real story
  4. Stumbling Toward a Bio for Doc PenPen
  5. Max Brand, the Big Westerner--Book Review
  6. Sons of Wichita--Book Review
  7. Alexander the Great, book review
  9. Are we doomed?
  10. The Loss of Something Precious

Reluctant Witness: Robert Taylor, Hollywood, & Communism by Linda Alexander

Glamour. Intrigue. The Golden Era of Hollywood. They just don't make movies like they used to!..  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

Mortal Echoes (reality lost) by Ernest Paquin

Mortal Echoes is a term applied when good souls are caught in between beliefs made possible from the similarities. These same similarities are broken down into; Visions of the pas..  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.