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He lost his dear mum to the cold hands of death immediately after his brother (Benjamin) was given birth to. Joseph had enough reasons to hate his little brother. He could have blamed is brother for the death of their mother, but he choose to love him instead.
His dad was at that time on the run because of being successful on the job. He was being pursued also for a crime he didn't commit. We could say his father had lots to deal with also.

He had several older brothers who could have looked out for him and taken care of him as a child but the opposite was the case. His growth setup is a lot similar to that of an average African polygamous family of this day where you have the father, mothers (wives) and the children from all wives. He was the first son of the most loved and youngest wife. So he received a one off strong attention and affection from the father and this made his older brothers more jealous and swollen with anger towards him.
The older brothers all had their mum around to care for them but this young man lost is mum when he was just a child. Probably that was why the father created a one off time for him. Child spacing in those days I picture may be as short as 2 or three years. He may just be as young as 3 years old when he lost his mum in a polygamous setting.
Losing your mum who could have cared for and protected you in such a setting would have been a really big blow on any child. One would have thought he would attract pity and care from other wives and brothers. But the little attention and care he got from the very scarce father who had loads of issues to deal with made his brothers and probably other wives hate him more. Irony of life.

I picture he really didn't have friends as such whom he could confide in or spend time with away from the unfriendly home set up. I reckon he was forced to grow up faster than he should. He grew up alone among adults just like me. He soon developed into a teenager who had a pretty rough start in life. He was usually on his own.
Then one time, his father made him a beautiful coat of many colors. Probably the only material gift he ever received from anyone all through that period of his life. How he must have cherished this gift. But this only gift only made his woes increase. His brothers hated him the more.
They even thought about killing him. oh how sad! He must have felt the entire world crumbling on him. How deeply emotionally hurt he must have felt seeing his own brothers planning his death right in front of him. No one to rescue or plead on his behalf.

The offense that made him face a near death sentence was because he had an identity. He knew who he was. He had a glimpse of his future and he lived towards that future. His identity wasn't even about his beautiful coat of many colors. His identity was not about what he had on him. It was about his inner self. What he had on the inside. What he could see while his eyes were closed. What he thought in his mind while all he gets and feels from those around him is hate.What he chose to see in all of his troubles as a young man.

It matters to let you know that discovering yourself, knowing who you are and who you can be, having an identity comes with some challenges. This is not to say you should not take the discovery trip and live true to your identity. Because the benefits far outweighs the challenges.
Infact the challenges makes your story exciting in the end and you get to learn a lot. It also brings the best out of you.

You know what? The challenges tend to unveil some hidden potentials and swags you never thought you had.
My own story continues soon on the post and we shall be reading more on temperament, character, behaviors and personality.undefined
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