My father died when I was seven. He travelled before I was born. He never came back again until his corpse was returned home. I didn’t know him. I didn’t even see a picture of him.
It was always my mom when I was a child until she married again and had my brother and sister. That marriage also didn’t work. The man was abusive. I was old enough to see what he took my mom through. He warned me not to call him dad because he wasn’t my dad.
I was very young but I hated him. I was there when he had the final fight with my mom. That evening, my mom packed everything she had and left the house with me and my other two siblings. We ended up at my grandparent’s house, where we lived until I went to the boarding school at SHS.
My mom has been the pillar of my life, I must say. She sold everything to take us to school. My grandparents helped but mostly it was my mom who did everything. I prayed for her when growing up. That God should give her long life and good health. I prayed for myself too. That God should give me enough money so I could repay the investment my mom did in me.
I worked hard in school. At every level, I strived to be on top. Right after national service, I had a job. I started paying monthly allowance for my mom and also paid the fees of my junior siblings. I didn’t even have a girlfriend because I thought…..Read Full Story Here…….
