Before I start my story like I was asked to, I will like to commend the admin for the great job she’s doing with her blog. I believe strongly that people out there need stories like this to ginger them to remain focused. Thanks for counting my story worthy enough to be on this platform.
I was born on a Sunday, you know how people have the conception that those born on Sunday should be exceptional (LOL), my case was different. My parents were busy bees, moving from town to town. I have just one sibling, making us two kids. I was charged with the responsibility of caring for my little brother since my mum was saddled with office work.
Primary school fast-forward to secondary, I was a prefect. Despite my kind of background, I still found time to read, to my surprise, I was leading the class. Immediately I got into senior class, my friends started bringing all sorts of ideas to me. They’d accuse me of being too dull, too obedient and anti-social. Well, as a child, I didn’t want to be called those names, I really wanted to feel among.
I partied with them, drank and did all sorts of immoral things but didn’t feel guilty. Could this be a way of getting back at my parents for neglecting me? Maybe, I thought to myself. Nursing this thought, I grew wings and became the grandmaster of notorious girls while in secondary school. May I notify you that those who lured me into this very act travelled out after secondary school to further their education. For me, the popular smart girl, I failed WAEC woefully. I tried severally but all attempts were futile. Since I couldn’t get into school, I had to get involved in something else.
So, my parents spoke with a family friend and they invited me over thinking I’d be more serious there. They didn’t realize they were adding petrol to fire oh. This family friend of ours also had a son who was the boss of his gang, it sounded good to join them. To cut the long story short, I dated him, got pregnant on so many occasions and of course aborted them without his parents’ knowledge.
After some time, he confessed to his mum and he was asked to relocate to UK, leaving me to my fate in Nigeria. I began to wonder if all these people were deliberately sent to ruin my life. They’d carry out their assignment and elope to another country. You will think, I changed, yeah? Sorry to disappoint you, I became worse. I travelled severally to meet up with men for money. Don’t ask me how, I had my way.
Two years later, in this very act, I met a man in an eatery. He sighted me and said he felt the urge to talk to me. He asked for my age (I was already 21) and went further to ask for what I was doing there. We had a long chat and he got my digits because he wanted to check up on me. We got so close that I became so comfortable telling him all my secrets. He told me he had a bad break up and came to the eatery the day we met to cool off.
I forgot my story and started counseling him (LOL). From our chats, he deduced I was smart and he convinced me to go back to school. Reluctantly, I agreed, wrote GCE and JAMB and to my surprise, I managed to pass. I got into school and studied nursing. Somehow I found myself going to church with him and today I believe I’m relevant in the Christendom. Let me stop here! Today, I’m happily married to him, we have 3 kids and I have a great job.
In the course of my journey, I learned some important lessons. People will stop at nothing to get your life ruined the moment they realize you are brighter than they are, you need to stand your ground irrespective of what they bring to your table, never ever look down on yourself, it takes just one encounter to meet with the right person for your life to change (don’t tell people off just like that), its not too late to retrace your steps the moment you find out you have jeopardized your future, don’t blame people for your misfortune and lastly, you can always come back stronger, just believe.
I wish you a happy life!
Story – Anonymous