Well what a strange two and a half weeks I’ve had.

On September the 29 at 12:08pm (EST) I got a message on FaceBook, from a woman in Florida. It read,

Hi Stefan, Was You Born in Australia or Birmingham, England. UK?

As you can imagine I was more than a bit curious as to how this woman could have any idea as to birthplace. I sent my answer and waited patiently for a reply.

Is Your birthday 19th December 1971?

Now she had my attention. I know… It’s not that hard to get that kind of info about a person. Still I couldn’t escape a strange feeling that was coming over me, goose bumps and butterflies.

Before I get into that I realise that some of you might need a little back story.

My Mum, step-dad, two half-siblings and I moved to Australia when I was around 3 or 4. My Mum and dad had split up, he stayed in the UK and I never heard from him.

Now I didn’t find out that my step-dad wasn’t my real dad until I was about 13. That was when Mum told me about my Jamaican father. Yep that’s right boys and girls I’m half Jamaican, and damned proud of it too.

So with that in mind you can understand the impact of her next message.

Hi Stefan, Please don’t be suspicious. I Think I Might be your Aunt.

Once I’d picked myself up off the floor, a flood of questions came rushing out. It turns out that her name is Di and she is the yongest of my fathers siblings. I have another aunt and two uncles and both my paternal grandparents are alive.

So Diane and I have been shooting emails back and forth. Almost one a day. I’ve been emailing my 16 year old cousin, who’s name is very similare to mine. He seems cool.

My Mum is now in contact with my Dad after 35 years of silence. It’s freaky but cool. I’m building myself up to telling Di to give him my email address, but I’m not quite ready for that just yet.

Stay tuned, there will be more on this late breaking news.

Peace.