My uncle from another family

Yes he is my uncle from another family in the sense that he is not my family but he became my family when he starts to listen to me and ready to advice me the right way to go. He was my lecturer while i was in school,we weren't close though but we relate as lecturer to student.

This man here make me his bestfriend and daughter,he was my mathematics lecterer while in school,he monitors me like monitoring spirit while i was in school. He didn't come close then because of the way people thinks when they see a lecturer and student closeness,although he do care then but not like now.

He told me he was interested in me (not for dating anyways) when he saw my performance in his first test when i was in my first year first semester. He said he was surprise at the performance and need to find out who the girl is but to his surprise the top girl in math class was a tomboy. He said he had to start observing me up and down,he set up some people outside the school premises to know how i behave after school because i rarely talk to lacturers and female in my department,i joke and get angry easily so i prefer to roll with guys in class than the ladies so they won't take my joke for opportunity for disrespect.

Back to my uncle,we got close in my final year when he was my project supervisor. He is also the school provost so he travel on official meetings alot so we had to exchange contact. I was so fast writing my project while he was around because i need his attention to approve it. We joke alot whenever i call him or visit his office that sometime he make me spend hours in his office and on call. He refer other students to me when he travel that i should read and correct where necessarry has he had thought me. He was impress alot with the progress and we start talking about personal life.He discover i find it hard to trust him but he ignored it,whenever we talk and he discover a strange voice he ask endlessly what's wrong with me but i will always say nothing.

After i graduated we still talk virtually every day,he encourage me whenever he discover i'm down,i drink alot and he always tell me to stop drinking,i like to drug myself to sleep and he will be like dont kill yourself it will be over soon. I remember when had difficulties at work i will talk to him and alas it solved. I start to trust him on many things that i cant even talk to my family about. Now close that i cry so easily to him that i wish he was my dad. He make himself available to lane on in times of troubles.

I decided to relocate and start life because things went wrong,he accommodate me when even people that call themselves my friends turn around to be the one who mock me,he make me live with him,he gave me shelter,he feeds me,he got me a job opportunity in the same school i finish from as a non-teaching staff,even right now that my phone is bad he make me use is laptop to post this story. I don't know how to appreciate him but write an article about this amazing man who gave me hope about tomorrow. He calls me his Project. i'm yet to understand the meaning of being his project anyways. I am so greatful for everything he as been doing and will still do.....................