Growing up was not that easy as I wasn't born with a silver spoon, though we're averagely okay. Along the line, one of the siblings to my dad wanted to get married, so my dad out of his philanthropic nature, be gifted his brother that is about getting married his one and only car, because his brother did not have much doing, so he gave him that car so he can use it for transport business and through that he will be able to provide more for the family.
That was not even the problem, the big problem started when I voluntarily volunteered to go stay with the new family.
To me I feel I will be enjoying there since he use to take care of me before he got married along with his wife, whenever they visit us they will buy things for me, because I was the last born, so I usually enjoy a lot of benefits. So I thought these goodies would continue or I will enjoy more if I go live with them.
Hmm... to my biggest surprise, it was a different story entirely, though when I got there at first, the first week was manageable but after then, I started seeing their real colour (like some people will say; I started seeing their real face lols)
Normally I love food, and I don't even joke with food at all, but they started denying me of food all of a sudden. Most times we eat two times though but there are times we eat just once, I couldn't stand that at all. Eat once? have never tried that, but then I have to, am left with no choice, some times aswell they Introducing fasting three times a week, everything started falling apart, I was getting confused if it's really the same people that use to take care of me then.
The worst part of it all, whenever my parent call, they would be there so I can't really pour out my mind on what I was facing, so whenever I try to tell them I want to come back home, they will tell me to help them there, that they need me more there.
My father will be like "are they maltreating you there?" I can't say yes because they are there with my during the phone calls. So for a very long time, I was dying silently, no one to help, no one to come to my rescue.
But one faithful day, I dim it fit to run away and go back home, I had plan to go on my way to school, besides that's the only chance I have to go out. So that faithful morning as I was going to school I had to head home, I was not given pocket money or money for food so i the only option was to trek home, the distance should be around 20-25km, I was a little child still in primary school but I had no choice than to trek if I really need freedom.
When I got home, I didn't see anyone, my siblings had went to school and my parents to their various place of work. But when they came back they saw me outside, at first they couldn't believe it's me, they were like, what are you doing here, how do you get here? etc.
I explained everything to them and that was when my parent called his brother that I won't be coming over again. I was so happy to be free, but then I learnt my lessons. And ever since then, I vowed and promise myself that never will I allow my children to go live with anyone, they can visit but to go stay with someone it won't happen.
More things on my mind, but I'll be stopping here for now to continue another time.
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