At a point in our lives, we come facing the fact that life itself is more than breathing and existence.... Sometimes one is left in the dark in regards to human existence, the creation and formula that recycles events.All thanks to @jerrybanfield for such an opportunity to still look back at our darkest moments and acknowledge indeed the assistance of a supernatural touch!!My own little way of contributing to the @steemite community so as to encourage someone just out there,thinking all hopes are lost,that there is always light at the end of every tunnel.I bet you depression and thought of suicide shouldn't cross your heart.
My name is Christian from the eastern part of Nigeria,this is story: I am privileged of being the last of my my parents,a lovable family of two boys and a girl.SeldomSeldom did I know my mummy because I lost her when I was a toddler. I grew up to understand that she was deranged in mind,insane two years after my birth. So personally life wasn't a convenient one.Often times I question his unruly it is to live without a mother.My dad was a young man,still full of vigour. He barely had time for his children since he is the bread winner.He was an unskilled labourer who never had any formal education.. Perhaps depressed as we were,he was a drunk and smokes a lot.I was really exposed to harmful habits which would have ruined my life.I never had any emotional care,felt this guilt whenever I see my peers, especially with their mum,the harmony,the care,the training,the support and honestly the good diets they were fed with,to me pastries, baked snacks and processed cassava were my major meals.....
In terms of education, of course I went to school.I will end up beebeen chased home due to accrued debt of fees..The principal will always advise I quite high school. Dear steemians,I came to realise that hardship has its own way of making one wise.Certainly at times I am left with tears.Winter is never is never a good season for us because anytime it rained,the one room apartment we share must be flooded.Despite my predicament, I had a strong conviction within that all will be better..It all seems as if the chronicle book of remembrance was opened.My dad suddenly, somehow comes home often with packs from eateries, he got our wardrobe changed, but little did I know that he was seeing another woman.He engaged,did some traditional rites and she became my step mother.I have been delusional about my sufferings, not knowing I was in for the worst.I came to realise that it is better to be under a mothers care.Although I was stretched by her maltreatment, it was Gods' purpose for my discipline. She will often rationed our meal,keeps me awake at night,exposed to harsh environmental condition. Soon after i finished high school, my dad was diagnosed of impaired kidney problem.The strange woman he brought home,presuming he will certainly die,took to heels.She abandoned us,leaving no source of livelihood behind.Indeed at that point, all we needed was the assistance of something extraordinary, supernatural for a quantum leap...
- Alright, after a period of time,miraculously he recovered.I assumed my guardian angel often said knew how hell will wreck on us if eventually he dies. All I can recall was that,a day came which I made a resolution that heavens and the heavenliness must come to my rescue...Shortly within that period, I had an encounter with an elderly man on white regalia, he took me by my right hand and said"I have answered you",those words still echoes within my subconscious... Sincerely, gradually after that,the storyline changes,the Barton turned to our favour. After five years of leaving high school,I couldn't proceed to college. All glory to God,for my testimony, how he changed my story to glory,from valley to prominence. I am now an undergraduate at Nigeria number one:University of Nigeria, studying pure and industrial chemistry and also have rejuvenated with my mum,with her sanity restored.... Its a big one time family again.......! END..
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