Please, permit me to take you to my world and tell you my little story!!

Hello great hivers. Happy new week. Do have a great week ahead.

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While I was growing up, I lived with my aunt in Jos plateau state of Nigeria. At that time, we sell so many things like orange, banana, pap also called akamu, akara also called beans Cake, chicken meat etc. Most of the time, I will be the one to go round town and hawk to sell those things. It was not an easy experience for me, but I don't have any choice. Because I lost my father even before I was born, so my mother had no choice than to give me out to someone who can take care of my needs. This person happened to be my father's younger sister, so I had to obey and do whatever I was asked to do.

Some times I go out early in the morning by 5am with all the Cold in Jos as at then without any cardigan. Coming back by 7am to wash my legs and carry my bag off to school without any food to eat. I always go to school late because of the distance.

In the afternoon again when I am back from school, I will still be the one to go to the market to buy things that will be used to cook the food that we will eat in the house for that day.

Friends, things continued like this till one faithful day. You know, our people say that one day monkey will go to the market and will not come back. Hahaha 😄.
Before that day, I have been stealing my aunt's money because she don't feed me very well. After the sells sometimes, I will carry from the money and buy something to help my ministry. Hahaha 😄. I don't know if you also did that? Maybe we need to start praying that God will forgive us for all the wrongs we did back then. 🙏

This particular day, I went to the market one hot afternoon to sell orange and some other fruits. After selling, I counted the money and it was complete. I started going back home with all confidence that my aunt will praise me for selling everything that was given to me. Ahhhhn. I did not see any danger coming. I decided to tie the money at the tip of my wrapper. You know how well I tried it right? Hahaha 😄. I really did tied it very well that when I got home and was about to remove the money to give her was when I noticed that the money was not there. It was like a movie for me. Because I thought that the money was there, but it was not. That was the beginning of a very big problem for me.

My aunt never believed anything that I told her. She said that I ate all her money and that I am pretending to have lost it. I received the beating of my life that day. She made sure that she dealt with me very well, because she has been suspecting that I have been stealing her money and for her that was a good confirmation.

This is the leg that was injured that day.

This picture belongs to me.

This picture belongs to me.

Till this very day, I carry on my legs the mark that I received from the beaten that day. It was indeed a bad experience for me. Some months later we traveled home to see my mother in the village, my aunt made sure I never told my mother what she did to me because she was afraid that when my mother sees the leg with the injury she will not allow me go back to Jos with her. My mother saw it and asked me what happened to me, I just told her that I fail down in school while playing. And that was how even till my mother passed away she never had that her husband's younger sister dealt with me like that.

A BIG LESSON FOR ME

1. I vowed never to give any of my child out to anyone no matter how related.

2. I decided to give birth to only the ones I can Care for to avoid looking for someone that will help me raise them.

3. I treat every child likey own child. Anything I know that is good for my children, I do it for every child.

That will be all for today.

This post is made in response to the hive learners community contest for this week. Titled: A True Life Story.