@cool08 12 August 2021

Fruits Of My Labor

One day, I woke as a result of the unrest of my country Ghana, all the terrorism happening, all the wars. I felt unsafe as I just gave birth about 3 months ago and keeping my son Michael safe was the only thing I could think of at that moment. My husband, George, as well, he was also on my mind. I was worried about him because he was a soldier. He was on duty during my labour, he hasn't held his son for once because of the country's palaver. Well, I had to be strong for my son I won't allow him to take after his father. The country situation is so worrying and the government keeps assuring us. When the country is not safe, you have to keep on eye open because you don't know what's going to happen next. We moved to our house in Accra because of this issue, and obviously, it was the safest place in the country, of course, that's where the Presidential Villa is. It was my husband's idea as the house was one of a kind. On a Friday, 11:23 p.m, George communicated to me through a walking talking, he wanted to inform me about their mission tonight and of course I would be worried, but he was teasing me a lot so that I would feel relaxed. He told me a revolution is about to happen and if they fail, that was the end of the government. There was a bunker in the house, he asked me to go there with Michael, and I did. He signalled me that they were trooping out. As usual, my husband has gone for 6 battles, and he has always come back home, I felt this one will be another one. He has always called me through the device if they had won the battle, so he went for the mysterious operation. After about 3 days, George called, and I was so excited, I didn't allow him to talk, rather I was asking him 'if he was on his way? I want to prepare your favourite. George was sobbing, he said all his troop members are down to ashes, and he is seriously wounded and would be joining his comrades soon. I was in disbelief as the only man I have is about to die, I started begging him to please survive for me and Michael. He said he wished he could, moreover, he tended an apology to Michael for not being a good father. Before I knew it, I heard a terrific noise, the radio transmission was cut off, I couldn't hear my husband's voice anymore, he is dead. I didn't know how to feel at that moment, I couldn't cry, my heart ached. How would I raise Michael on my own? I said to myself. So many thoughts came to my mind. I was going through my phone looking at George's pictures, the lights then went off all over Accra. The revolutionists are in the capital, I was praying to God to see me through. Accra was in trouble, I heard bomb explosions, to be honest, I was scared, I didn't know what to do. I had to just stay in the bunker, as no one was safe outside. Before I knew it I saw myself unconscious, it was Michael's cry that woke me up, they had blown Accra to pieces. The bunker had saved us, I had to pick up my phone to call life rescue, and they came immediately to bring us out. I collected some documents I would need after on, then, we were taken to a refugee camp. It's really hard for me to cope with what's happening in the country, but I have to be strong for Michael, he is the reason I have to live. After a few weeks, I wanted to get out of the country to go somewhere safe for me and my kid because safety is never guaranteed. To heal from my husband's death also, a change of environment was inevitable. Of course, I'm not going to another African country as insecurity is a major. I had to seek asylum in Canada, and it was granted. I felt a bit relieved, I and my baby is to set out a new life in Canada, a peaceful country. We got on board, set for abroad, the plane took off, and you know, aeroplanes are quite scary if it's your first time. It's a normal feeling, after a while, the atmosphere because cloudy, and I was liking going to die, there was turbulence, and I was scared thinking we're going to crash as I do see in fine. Another nightmare is coming true. These were the thing not to pass through. Hours later, we were welcomed by the people who granted me asylum. After a few days of resting, I decided to get work to make sure Michael lives a comfortable life in Canada. Out of the few documents I collected from the bunker, my CV was there. I was a professional nurse. Sorry I would have said that before, but you know, in this type of situation, you forget some things. Moreover, I was given a job to work as a nurse. The job distracted me from my problems. It's been years since we have lived in Canada, Michael was already 8, he then asked me about his father. A heartbreaking question, I told him he was late and died in a war back there in Africa. Michael was growing fine, but he never knew the colour was a problem until he started schooling. Those kids often bully him, and of course, he wouldn't do anything. Michael although hid it from me and behaved as if nothing happened. Probably he never wanted me to worry about anything. Michael would often go on a very long jogging every Saturday morning, I used to tease him all the time. During school days, Mike would be jogging to school, very suspicious. Mike doesn't follow the school bus nor uses a scooter to go to school. I would ask him why? He would say nothing, unknowing to he had something under his sleeves. He didn't tell me about his plan. Sooner, he started going to the gym, surprising. Michael did all this, I took it as normal stuff. Years passed, Michael was already a teenager, he came home on a Wednesday and told me that he wants to become a mixed fighter. I said that wasn't possible, he said it is. I wanted him to become among the elites. Furthermore, I cried for a long and told him not to. Since he was adamant, I decided to support him. There was a coach who trains people. Michael met him and said he should train him to become a world champion. He wanted to be a champion in the UFC, the coach said he was crazy as he doesn't know what he was even saying. People looked down on him, the coach didn't look down on him, he wasn't just confident in Michael. Michael would train the hell out of himself. Michael was then fixed in night matches where he would win. He then had a chance to enter the UFC. He made his debut and the match was a total win for Michael, he fought six to seven matches, he won all of them in a row. Very impressive. He was then fixed in the biggest match of his career. He was to fight a title match. In round 1, Michael was beaten as a big right hand hit him on the face, Michael knew he had to finish the difficult second round. Michael is an excellent fighter and also too fast for his opponents. His opponent tried to hit him using an elbow, but Michael performed his magic, dodged it and hit him with a right leg to the head. That was a total KO, Mike's opponent couldn't recover from the move. Mike won, He was the youngest UFC fighter to hold a title and the first Ghanian to fight in the UFC. Mike's mom had supported her child and she invested everything she had in him, and it paid off. This is a prompt word by @JonicaBradley you can write on the prompt word by following the rules.