Story of my life

My life has been and will continue to be a testimony.am the only child of my mum but the last child of my dad.my dad got married to his first wife , she gave birth to two children after which they divorced,don't really know what happened between them.my dad married my mum and gave birth to me.my mum of blessed memory was a peaceful,loving and kind hearted woman who did all she could to put the family together,she took my father's children as hers and made sure she never discriminated between me and them.my dad on the other hand was a drunk ,he would go out ,get drunk come back and will start beating us especially my mother,All of these kept going on,to the extent my uncle(my mother s brother)adviced my mum to leave the marriage before she dies one-day,but my mum refused ,her friends even neighbours would always advice her the same thing but all fell on deaf ears.my mum kept enduring all of these emotional trauma,she kept pretending to be strong,infact I could remember a day I asked her why she wouldn't leave depite all my dad has been doing to her an she asked me ,where would she go to,what will become of me if she leaves ,I was still very young then ..All of these made me so terrified whenever i see my dad,but the funny part of it was that my mum still loved my dad whole heartly.she would always prepare food for him even when he had just beat her,she would never want to see us disrespect him no matter what .my mum will always go from one church to the other to seek help for my dad concerning the way he drinks almost everyday.atyms the spirit of drunkness will leave him for like months,my dad will behave normal before you know it ,he will start again ,my dad was a police man,atimes for months he wont go to work ,my mum will go to his office lie to them that he wasn't feeling fine ,there was a time he dint go to work for more than 3months they decided to come and make investigations to know if what my mum told them was true,tank God for one of my father's friend who called and told us that the people from the office will be coming the next to investigate,my mum had to go to one of the hospital arround to beg the doctor to admit my dad and she explained everything to him,they actually came the next two days and that was how my dad was saved from being sacked .The drunkenness and the beating continued until one-day my dad beat my mum and she used her leg to hit the table,she cried in pain ,that day was the beginning of sorrow and sickness .the leg started disturbing my mother seriously,she would always take pain relieve medicine so as to go be able to go about her business,there was no day my mum dint take that pain relieve medicine so as so she could feel better,not knowing that those medicine was slowly destroying her kidney,The leg got worst to the extent she couldn't walk with it anymore ,her blood pressure was always high ,she was taken to different hospital concerning her leg but still no improvement,after some time it was detected that she had kidney failure ,all the money my mum had saved was used for her treatment ,although my dad brought some money for her treatment as well but it dint erase the fact that he was the reason why my mum was in that predicament,I myslf was still in the university ,God sent helpers to me that saw me through school ,I was shattered during those period my mum was sick cause she was all ve got ,my step sisters turned their back to us,the only woman that took them as her own ,they turned their back on her despite all she did for them,

After graduation ,i went for my youth service and as God may have it ,after my youth service I met my husband ,after about 1 year of courtship we did our wedding,that same month I became pregnant,then my mum was critically ill,she was admitted at the hospital,I would always go to stay at the hospital with her after work ,I slept in the hospital for almost a month till the day she gave up the ghost.ahhhhhhhh my life was shattered,I crieddddd,i thought to myself,who will I share my problems with,who will encourage me when am having issues with my husband,who will nurse my children,all theses taught kept ringing in my head ,I cried like a baby ,tank God for my husband ,he stood by me during that trying period ,he was always there for me,few months after she was laid to rest ,I also gave birth few months after my mum was buried ,I could remember that day I cried so much remembering my mum was not there to see her grand child,it wasnt easy for me but I had to move on ,it's been 7years now,I have three kids ,I still miss my mum so much ,tank God for the good husband God gave me,he has always been my strength and has always been there for me ,he is nothing like my dad and am so grateful to God for everything.....This is the story of my life...