My mum was an only child and
also an orphan so I was moved to lagos to stay with father's. Sister aunty
Remi.
My stay in lagos was Hell. I
remember the night I got aunt Remi's house. I was tired and sad yearning for my
beloved parents. My aunt looked at me and said " your witch mother has
finally killed my brother, I warned him but he refused to listen. Now am stock
with a useless child like you. I was crying and she slaped me soo hard I felt
it in my head " you better stop that noise you are making or else you
would join them soon.
From that day I did everything
to please my aunt to no avail. She looked for little reasons to punish me. She
made me sell things on the street
She registered me with the
local government girls school.
I wore slippers to school cause
she won't buy me shoes. I beg food to eat during lunch time and after closing
hours, I trek hundreds of...
miles back home.
Through all these I never
ceased praying. I didn't forget how to pray. My aunt dose not attend church but
I sneak out every Sunday to a church down the street close to our house. Church
was the only place I can dance and forget about my pain. I loved music, that
was what drew me to church the most.
AT LAST some good news came.
After so much sorrow, my life is about to change.
WOULD THIS NEWS GIVE HAPPY A
NEW LIFE? Stay
with me and find out, see you soon again.
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