In the early 90s I survived three failed abortion attempts, I guess that was the only way my Mom could put an end to what she taught was a mistake (pregnancy). I can’t blame her; if I were in her shoes I would have done the same thing, since a baby was the least thing she expects.
She had to stay away at her parent’s house to give birth to me, considering the controversy surrounding my birth (Some day, I will talk extensively on that.
She told me one of the elder state man in the village at that time insisted she should go train me somewhere else, certainly not in their community, but she refused.
I grew up to learn about rejection in my early years, one of my siblings would tease me on how I am the accidental child, or preferably an afterthought, knowing there was seven years gap between me and my immediate elder sister.
In 2004 God saved me from drowning, in 2006 to 2009 I was the worst example of a good child, even though I had encounter God at 2007 but fell back again.
I did most of my growing up away from my biological parent under the roof of someone I would call my uncle, he was fed up of my nonchalant and irritating attitude, hence he threatened to throw me out of his house countless times, since my attitude didn’t portray a child with a great future. But what nobody knew was that my stubbornness and ill manners was a way of suppressing the unanswered questions in my mind, Imagine as a teenager going through life without anybody giving you critical attention or asking about your emotional struggles? That’s Horrible.
In 2009 I was suffering from identity crisis, more so I hated myself and how I look as a person, but something happened, I met a girl, who is still in my life until this day. (I talk more about this some other time.)
2010 was a transformation year for me, my life began to gain traction, gradually I began to know what purpose is, started studying, listening to audio tapes.
Now you know why I love teenagers, committed to helping youth gain direction and bringing out the best in people through meeting their emotional needs, and exploring their innate potentials.
Why am I telling this story? To let someone out there who is going through the most difficult time of their life right now, that there is a product in every pain, and a message in every mess. God won’t put you through tribulation if he is unaware of your capabilities to surmount them, and turn them in to a sermon to liberate nations.
Having gone through all of these, I can boldly say, God is good, life is a process, there might be days of hunger, pains, and sadness, just like in the words of Winston Churchill “If you’re going through hell, KEEP GOING” so for who thought I had the best childhood that’s why I do why am always enthusiastic, you might want to reconsider your assumption. So for this reason I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.