My Story Part 5 - Party, girls and ?

Part 5 – Party, girls and another death.

Adriano and I meet up in the square after managing to escape from the police and the rival gang but my brother was no where to be found, only later we managed to find him, somehow we managed to come out of the situation unharmed but that did not stop me from continuing hanging around with the guys in the gang.

As my behaviour was deteriorating me and M (my girlfriend) were constantly arguing and breaking up, I lost count of how many times we broke up and got back together, even her mother was not taking it seriously any more whenever she would say that we had split up again.

This particular day we had split up and to take revenge on her, I started to date another girl, she come to my house and my ex could see us from her house, I believe that might have been very hurtful.

I went to the club that night and there I meet another girl who fell in love with me although I had two girlfriends already, after the club as I was walking back to the house with the guys, I believe it was on a Sunday, some friends were hanging about and they told me: “Your uncle was hit by a truck in his motorbike and it smashed his head”.

In the moment for the first time ever I could not hold myself and I broke down and began to cry, all kinds of thoughts went through my head, first my father and now in one year after my uncle, I lost my ground, I began to think my future is lost, how am I going to make it in life, University, what is going to happen now?

I remembered my Grandmother and run home to see what was happening, she somehow could always sense when someone had died as people would begin to surround her and tell her to be strong etc…

My other uncle gave her some medication and they broke the news to her, it was devastating, two son’s died in less than a year, I don’t know how my grandmother managed but she was a very strong women to go through all she had been through.

As M (ex girlfriend), heard about it she came up to my house and began to comfort me, so we got back together.

I grew up as a Catholic, I was brought up to believe that our suffering was a way that God found to punish us, M (ex-girlfriend) and I used to attend the same church, she used to make comments about the trainee priest how good looking he was and that would upset me so much, every thing was just going so wrong for me, I become depressed and began to ask God every night why was He punishing me, what sin had I committed that He was punishing me by taking my father, uncle, girlfriend, mother and every one that I loved?  

One night I wrote in my diary hoping I would not wake up the next day: “If you find my diary, is because I have not woken up and you will know the reality of my life, how I have suffered”. I was hoping every night that I would die during my sleep.

Some months after the accident was my birthday, my father had died at the same or one month apart from my uncle’s death and it was supposed to be my father’s birthday one day before mine.

I used to wait until midnight always whenever it was my birthday to celebrate it but this day I did not have anything to celebrate, I bought myself a cradle of beer with 24 bottles and began to drink one after the other at my yard while listening to music…

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My Story - Part 4 - Running from the Police

My Story - Part 4

A few weeks after he died, Daiane was born, it was his last child.

As my father passed away, my uncle become our legal guardian, he was very good to us, he worked in another city and sometimes would only come home on weekends, he used to bring us gifts and if we did well at school he would give us whatever we ask for in Christmas.

I was hoping to go to University and study psychology, my Uncle had a degree on that plus I liked talking to people and listening to their problems, but the truth was I had a mask on, as I just bottled everything inside since my father death I just tried to carry on but I felt like a piece of me was taken.

As any young boy I become very interested in sex, as other boys used to talk about their experiences, back then there was very limited access to internet, so we used to get magazines with pictures of naked women and go to rental video store and try to rent porn movies, that lead me to experiment many things in search for sex, things that I regret deeply.

One day a friend (Adriano) challenged me to approach a certain girl in the neighbourhood, I think I was 14 and she was 12, but my mentality was older as I had to mature to help my siblings and my grandmother. I hated girls who would behave childishly but he told me: "she likes you", I said no way I would date this girl. As he kept on insisting and told me she liked me, I approached her and kissed her, she was surprised by my courage and said she would date me but I had to speak to her mother first.

I spoke to her mother, she knew we were both too young, her daughter was given her trouble at the time, but she allowed us to date, it had to be at the gate of the house because her mother was the owner of the house and she did not have a good relationship with the mother.

You can probably see what I got myself into, from that day, my life began to change even more, not for the better but for worse.

My girlfriend was not living with her father, she was brought up by her mother, sometimes she would travel to see her father in the capital.

Her family was in a mess, I remember once her grandmother told her mother: ‘Your daughter will do to you as you are doing to me’, and so it was, there were constant fight in her house, she had just split up with another boy before I come along and it took a long time for us to get going.

We lived so close that from my yard I could see her bedroom, I would go every day to her house.  I remember we would seat outside by the gate and all we would do was to talk about problems for hours and hours, she would be telling me how miserable her life was, I was more like a friend than a boyfriend, there were days she would say she did not even know if she really loved me etc…

That was when I began to feel very down, but I would hide my emotions very well.  I started writing my own diary where I would write depressing poems and my daily activities, I remembered that I could not sleep at night so I used to listen to late night love songs till I would fall asleep.

In search for happiness I started going to night clubs more often, as my father had a reputation I could get into night clubs even though I was underage.

I started my own band where me, my brother and a few friends named ourselves Forrogode Junior Samba Group, we had a show in the local Catholic church party for the community, and all the girls went crazy.

Soon me and my girlfriend begun to argue almost every day as people would be saying to her, that I was not the right guy for her as I would go out every weekend and she could not, they would tell her stories about the things I was supposedly doing.

My friend Adriano which linked me with her was also her cousin in some degree, he was telling her things behind my back as well.

Me and Adriano were good friends and we would go out a lot together, he had his girl and I had mine, but when were out we would challenge each other to see who could date more girls, the only one we would never get involved with was each others girlfriends, that was when I forgot what I had vowed to myself. 

Sometimes girls would come to the neighbourhood looking for me and my girlfriend would be just there and I would still find a way to go out with the other girl, I was becoming a womanizer just like my dad.

A new rhythm was being introduced in the clubs and instead of Samba I got hooked to the new Brazilian Funk which is a kind of Rap but with very heavy beats and violent lyrics.

There was a gang in the area with the older guys and we decided to start our own Ataufo’s Command at the time a bunch of youths trying to be bad boys based on the music and what we would learn with the older guys.

I used to fight Capoeira (Brazilian Dance and Martial Arts) so I started to get into fights, although I used to avoid it as I was never a violent person, the songs, the gang and the bitterness of my fathers death was changing me.

I started to get into fights just to show off to the other guys, I remember once in the club we began to shout our war cry, and I took a innocent guy and hit him with a karate kick just for a show.

By then I started drinking alcohol, and using (Cheiro da Loló) a prohibited substance that we used to smell during the club to get high.

We joined a few guys from a nearby gang and we went to take over another area, as we went over with a huge group, we used fireworks to scare the guys, so they would think we were shooting at them, but to our surprise the drug dealer’s of the area got involved and begun to shoot for real against us. As we began to run the police was called and they started chasing after us, me, Adriano and Jeferson my brother were involved,  I remember we run through the cemetery as the police and the rival gang was chasing and shooting at us…

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My Story Part 3 - 2nd Death

My Story - Part 3

Then my grandmother come and stopped him and saved my mother’s life.  But the problems did not stop there, on another occasion my father took the hot iron and burned my mother in front of us.

I grew up witnessing fights and violence inside my house ,  I had this strong desire to run away from home, I would plan together with my younger brother what we would do and where we would live, if we were to escaped but I never had the courage to do it.

One day my Father took me and my brother to a party and as we were playing around, my brother and my cousin saw him with another woman.

I was not aware of anything but he took us to the toilet and punched us several times, I remember that he punched me very hard in the face, I did not even know, why I was being beaten, only later I found out from my brother, that he had seen him with another woman and my father did not want us to say anything to my mother.

My father borrowed a motorbike from a friend and as he was riding around town he suffered an accident where he hit two people who were on the pavement and they died, my father was in intensive care between life and death due to a brain haemorrhage he suffered. He managed to survive but he did not remember many things and had to be taking strong medication and could not drink any alcohol.

He would insist so much and threaten to beat us up if we would not buy him cigarettes and alcohol, my grandmother was the only one who could stop him from going out.

Strangely after the charges against him were dropped he regained his conscience.

  

One day my mother had enough and decided to leave him, she was no longer afraid of what he would do, as before he would threaten her saying if she left him he would kill her.

My Father then called us aside and said “I know I have done terrible things but Dad loves you and I am asking you to stay here and not go with your mom.”. As my mother could not take care of us because she did not even know where she would go to herself. 

We stayed behind with my grandmother whom I had grown up with. The house was divided into four different parts, I lived in the main house with my grandmother and my brother in the backyard second house with my mother and dad.

When my mother moved, my brothers came to the main house as well.

My father then found another women and she would from time to time sleep in the house at the backyard where my mother used to live. A total of 4 women whom he was committed to, apart from the ones we did not know.

This last woman become pregnant as well.

I remember my dad called us aside again to say “how he did things he was not proud of and we should always do as he tells us and not as he did”.

That day I vowed not to be like my dad, to be a different person maybe like my uncle who had finished his study and was successful, had a good job and was dating one lady faithfully.

As my father left the house and went to do a show with his band in the place where my school was, as the show as going on, a fight broke out and a neighbour who was known for causing trouble was involved, so my father went there to talk to him, he was trying to fight with a women and he took away his gun until he calms down.

When the guy calmed down my father gave back his gun and he turned it on my dad and shot him many times until he died there in a pool of blood.

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My Story Part 2 - Buried Alive

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Part 2

My Grandfather had two women and many children so there was a argument over whom would inherit the things he had.

A small property that was being used as a bar is until this day a reason for argument, although my grandmother was given the right to it, she never really got the keys to the place or the income from the rent.

My second brother was born Jeferson Fonseca Pinheiro, my Father started to get involved with other women and another brother from his second partner, Anderson Pinheiro.

He was not satisfied with two women so he got the third and a daughter was born, Paula P. Pinheiro and another one with the second partner Ana Paula Pinheiro.

By then the relationship between my mother and my father was very bad because of jealousy, he was the one cheating on her but would constantly argue with her.

In spite of the bad relationship between them, my mother got pregnant again and another boy was born Joao Paulo Fonseca Pinheiro, he was supposed to have died at labour, it was a very risk delivery and my mother was told that a witchcraft had been done to kill her when she was in labour.

My dad had another three children, Amanda Pinheiro with the second partner and Pericles P. Pinheiro with the third partner. The last child I will tell you later.

My father got involved in drugs and he was growing marijuana in the house, he had been involved in a robbery and was caught and sent to prison.

One day my mother did not go there to visit him and he was very angry because of jealousy.

When he left the prison it was pay back time, as he come back to the house he beat my mother up and was going to kill her so he took her to the backyard and dug a hole where he threw her in and began to burry her alive.

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My Life Story 1st part

My Life Story

Family Background:

My mother Vanda Lucia Fonseca was my father’s Paulo Justino Molina Pinheiro 1^st and main partner they never got married, she got pregnant very early but lost her child, she was going be a girl whom she would name Jessica.

My Grandfather Joao de Oliveira who was a musician and his desire was to die playing in his show, my grandmother cheated on her husband Antonio Pinheiro with my grandfather and had her 3 children the younger one being my Father.

My surname Pinheiro or Pine in English should have been Oliveira as Mr A. Pinheiro only registered my father but was never his real father.

There was a lot of  bitterness as my grandfather had another wife as well and he did not get along well with some of the other children or their family.

 I was the firstborn of many to come.

My suffering started from a very young age as my father was playing Samba and had a group he played with (Forrogode), He was only following the footsteps of my grandfather, so he used to take us with my mother for whole night out as he would make the shows.

As he was drinking he would give us a sip of the beer to taste, I cant remember how old I was but I was pretty young.

There was a curse on my family as people would be dying regularly so I grew up in pain and loss.

The 1^st one to die was my grandfather, I was too young to understand but one day as he was returning from a show he had been playing Accordion at the whole night,  he collapse in the middle of the road as he was near home.

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My Life Story

This week i will be sharing my life story starting on Monday 3rd September.