Tell your story#18(My Story)

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A story is worth it when imagined and read rather than facing it in reality. This is my story summoned and set aside for you, read and learn.

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Growing up as a female child was no easy task. The trauma and things you will have to face was alarming. As a female child and the first daughter much is really expected of you because once you fail or bring shame to the family, your parents are mocked. You can suddenly become the talk of the town. Over to my story

My father had put a lot of trust in me. He really believed in my dreams and ambition. He became my visionary because he had a clear foresight of what I would achieve if I had one to encourage me. The trust was much and he was proud of me wherever I went. Mom was proud too, everyone was totally proud of me. As a child of five, emotional intelligence was displayed where I covered a woman with a wrapper who was beaten by her husband. This act earned me respect and love from the neighborhood.

“She won”
“She won”...
This is all I heard. Yes I had performed excellently in my exams again. Neighbors were happy, some jealous, dad and mom proud of her again, like they had always been.

This great achievement daily, in church, school and the environment had sparked a great watch over me and yes coupled with my ability to dance and flow with the rhythm generated from music. I became a close watch. I soon got frenemies and enemies.

Days went by , turned out to weeks, weeks to months, months to years, years ticked appropriately. I got myself indulge in an affair with one who I gave in my whole life and trust for. The act led to the creation of a new life.

I developed fever, fatigue, nausea, swollen legs and tender breasts. Mom noticed I felt sick but she didn't believe I could be with anyone. That was the level of trust they all had for me but, surprisingly after the doctor carried out a test on me, it was discovered I was three months gone.

The trust was broken, dad cried, mom was shattered. The news went viral.

“Yes they all waited for my downfall”.

I cried daily for failing my parents.
Dad was mocked daily, mom taunted for raising a black sheep in the family.

This led to us relocating to an area, where no one knew about us. In the ninth month, I gave birth to an angel whom I named “Marayo” which means “Joy”. Yes Marayo's father was nowhere to be found. He left me when he knew about it stating that he was too young to become a father and needed to complete his education. I trusted him and loved him so much but I was betrayed.

My parents took it upon themselves to take care of the child and I. They didn't leave me when I needed them the most, they stood firmly by and gave me the trust I needed. They paid my fees back to college while they stood back to take care of my child. We relocated back to where our permanent house was and went back to our church. The neighbors who mocked my parents were sad to know that they still saw me as that promising and vibrant child.

Each time dad was asked; “where is your pride you boasted of daily”.

He said; “The pride is intact as the Lord gave me”.

These courageous words helped me fight daily. I'm an educationist now who has achieved a lot and believes that through trust and constant belief from your loved ones, the better vision of you can be created.

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If you ever believed in quitting, I'd encourage you to tighten your seat belt, and set off to greatness. There is no failure in giving a try. You only fail when you give up. Keep going and don't let the bad words damage you.

This is my story to tell. I hope you learnt to “Never give up”.

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Inviting my female friends @pea07 @usoro01 to join

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