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Situations has led me into so many acts. At first, I started doing manual jobs to make ends meet. My younger siblings were no exception either. It's seem we were met to live this way. My clothes, the church rags, no one could tell the difference. I now simply put on occasionally what I had use for the previous Christmas before. Even at the church I still pray for my father hoping he could change.
My father wasn't like this before, said my mother. There was a time he was glamoring for babies. He emphatically accused our mom, his wife of been a witch and a barren woman all in the sake of her not conceiving. Our mom, out of humiliation did all the Dibia could ask of... Things like bathing naked in the lake in the middle of the night, drinking all sort of mixture of herbal remedies in other to fertile the womb, and a lot of stomach massage to check wether she can bear a child.
Now he had them, six of us; four boys and two girls, he has now forgotten his promises. His vows and commitment are just a piece of his rages. There were never a day our father would make us comfortable in his house. Anytime he around, we always made sure we keep him at arms-lenght. He is just not the man we all wished to have . The world is kind of bias. We, the children never seem to have a choice over the kind of parents we are born into. We just have to accept whatever comes our way.