My story will always begin the same way.
A six months old baby on the bus stop, left by his own flesh and blood mother. The tragedy of my life began. Some people are cold blood, my mother!
…You will never finish reading this story, this is the story of my life cause I am still alive….
I was a man before I became just a boy. I was a toy baby from that age, a toy baby for my relatives, aunts and uncles, no one wanted me. The person whom raised me, raised me not out of will, but because she did not have a choice and It was on commercial bases, I hear. Ohhh Lord why me? I was still on the dark at that age all I wanted was food and milk. Days went by, months passed and years called on one another.
Do you know that feeling? A feeling of having a step-mother by your side, slavering you for fun? She would call me by names and insult me in front of younger sisters? My life was not a walk in the park, I ate with pigs, I ate left overs. But its ok this is what made me, me! I used to dream about my mother driving this other big car, just to pick me up and save me from earth, at least take me to hell. I used to feel that things can’t get worse than this! If hell was not far, I could have ran there, I swear. But no, no, don’t fool yourself she did not come until this day 28 june 2008
…You will never finish reading this story, this is the story of my life cause I am still alive…..
She came back on 2008 while I was 16! I remember it was June. Funny as it may sound but when I saw her, I could feel the distance, the forces pulling both me and her apart. I did not think by that time. I always knew that I could not call her my mother. I called her “mother” but I will never and have never called her “mother”. I never asked her even a single question till this day, because I felt and still feel that her answer is not worth satisfying the questions I still have. Not even a single question like “why did you leave us?…why did you come back?” Well I know why, she came back to rip what she has never sown. She was waiting for the right time for that.
As time went by I started thinking…”Why did she come back after all these years?..what’s her agenda? Did it take her that long to find me where she left me? Why me? What is on her mind? What’s her plans about me?”
This is my burden, my heavy burden and I shall forever carry it with me. This is what made me, me.
…You will never finish reading this story, this is the story of my life, cause I am still alive….
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