Last night was emotional for me after watching a movie about what a widow went through just to keep her family together. It brought back the experience I have chosen not to forget in life, it is not a beautiful one but I believe it is one of the things that was destined to happen to me in life.
I mentioned before now in a post about the dismissal of my dad, I hate repeating it but you wouldn't understand the depth of how to hurt I was about this memory. My dad was a very popular businessman when he was alive, he was into interstate trades and he traveled a lot.
He was a philanthropy and was well known due to how he loves to help people especially kids, there were always a lot of goodies for kids in our house and mom usually reminds me of how he scolds us if we refuse to share with the kids around us. The church doesn't joke about his well-being because he supports God's work with everything he has but despite everything he didn't live long.
I am not blaming God or saying he shouldn't have died because he was doing well then, it just hurts to know that good people rarely last in the wicked world we live in. My dad's death turned around our smooth life into something terrible, it made life miserable for the whole family.
He had great plans for the family and his death wouldn't have changed anything if some humans didn't show how cruel they were to us. He built a big house, bought lands, and showed his first son everything about his business but none of these could help us after his death.
Not everyone who laughs with you is a friend, there are lots of wolves among us pretending to be sheep.
My Dad's family really showed my mom, great love, until my dad passed on, it was then they showed their real color.
They were all pretenders, waiting for the perfect time to strike, and fortunately for them, they got the opportunity. We were stripped of everything my dad left behind, the house, the properties, and his business. We were placed on a condition that my mom must marry one of my dad's siblings if she wants to take anything that belongs to my dad and my mom rejected the offer because of the love she shared with my dad.
She chose to be alone suffering than bending to their conditions, these people saw how tough it was for us surviving but they proved to be the devil's living among men.
We lived in an uncompleted building for years, it exposed us to a lot of dangers that God helped us overcome. We got help from the church but they didn't treat us like they would have done if my dad was there, because our pastor was the one who put us inside the uncompleted building in the church, but what choice do we have then? it made me understood that people would be good to you when they are benefiting from you.
Education stopped, the world paused and it looked like we never existed. The child of a cloth seller started wearing rags, the child of a meat seller suddenly started eating bones just to stay alive, it then occurred to me that there are two phases of the world and these made me advise people today to always appreciate the people or things that they have because the gap they will leave when they're not there anymore might remain empty for decades.
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The turnaround.
My mom decided to learn a trade instead of doing petty jobs since we were growing and responsibilities keep growing with no one to help, with that she can make more money for the family. God's bestowed his blessings on her and she started doing well with her trade.
She secured a good apartment and we returned to school, it was a government school but it was better than the wasted years at home. After secondary school, her kids started living home to find greener pastures to ease our mom's struggles and suffering because she was really pushing herself over her limit just to give us the best in life.
Today, I can confidently say that all her 10 kids are graduates and she has built her own house, something bigger than what my dad had.
Whenever I look back at the suffering, I can't stop myself from crying because a lot of shit went down then, sleepless nights because of cold and hunger because we mostly eat once a day at a point during the journey.
What am I driving at?
The beauty of life is not allowing challenges to overcome you in life, the experience made us really stronger and don't hesitate to do any job as long as it is legal because even my mom's female children would do difficult jobs men would be scared to take.
The journey to success wouldn't be beautiful if it just went smooth all through, some challenges would shake us to root but we mustn't lay down our weapons as long as the battle is still on.
The experience has taught me to be an independent woman because sometimes the least expected things happen in life and having yourself prepared ahead would give you an edge over it.
Thanks for your time my readers
Much respect to your mom and btw, she is beautiful!!! She is one tough woman. You are blessed to have her!