NEVER GIVE UP! LIGHT COMETH AFTER DARKNESS. It was a great moment for me when I decided to visit my grandmother in our village. She was the one that nursed me to adulthood. I travelled from my school. I was in my final year. When I reached our house, she served me a palatable dish, my favorite. I knew she was happy to see me. After I finished eating, my mother (as I usually call her) said she wanted to tell me a story. She had never told me a one before, so I wondered what story was in her mind. Lol. I thought she wanted to tell me those folktales stories told under the moonlight in some African countries. Then, she began. She narrated how my mother died after giving birth to me and how she had accepted to take care of me afterwards. Nursing me was an arduous task for her because she said I was slow in learning and I loved to be alone. I sympathized with her because she struggled to pay my fees. I felt I was waisting her money, though it wasn't my fault. When she could no longer bear it and had tried every possible solution to my problem, she went to see a medical doctor. The doctor referred her to a psychologist, who told her that I had a medical condition called AUTISM. To cut the long story short, this psychologist came to our house from time to time to discuss, play with me. Many of my grandmother's friends advised her to take me to the motherless home and dump me there, because they said I was an embarrassment to my grandmother and them. But my grandmother rejected their advice. She worked so hard to pay my school fees until I could fend for myself ( when I left high school) and now I'M IN MY FINAL YEAR IN THE UNIVERSITY STUDYING MEDICINE, presently with a 4.2 /5.0 grade. I couldn't stop the tears rolling down my cheeks when I heard this story. The child they taught was useless then is now so useful to the world. What if I had been taken to the motherless home without proper treatment, or what if I had been kidnapped by the people who wrongly advised my grandmother ? Never give up, my life is a testimony!