Kenji Darby

A Gift from God Kenji Darby

He was born Kenji Shyonne Darby on May 28, from a virgin mother. Raised in the streets of Washington D. C., he was no stranger to drugs, alcohol and violence. At an early age his mother taught him how to be cold, how to hold a gun, and helped him pull his first trigger. At that time, he had already enough wisdom to realize that this was somehow a powerful tool. As a child he boxed walls and envisioned destroying any enemy that he may ever face. Each punch, damaged and destroyed things. Something in his eyes, he broke spirits. His mother was a lioness, something more beautiful than a Rose that grows from concrete. He never saw any real men in his life, all he knew was he. Yet he saw plenty of cowards and imposters with their tales between their legs. His mother taught him everything that she could; he was a prince. For he knew the trickery of men, and the evils of women, and yet the God inside of him kept him on his knees to pray to his only father that he ever knew, and the man who he inspired to be, and at the same time he feared.