Growing up in the rural area is something I would consider not to partake in if I am given the opportunity to select or determine my place of infanthood in society.
I had suffered from the hand from the hands of my stepmother who is less or not interested in my academics. She had severally sent me out hawking during school hours.
I’m yet to know who my mother is, but the story has it that she died why giving birth to me. Stories involving my childhood was surmounted with descriptions that will leave you thinking about an evil child who killed the mother.
Maybe this is why I was hated even the more and almost everyone who believed in the stories of how I killed my mother during childbirth, will avoid me totally.
My dream has been on getting my foot into the four walls of the classroom to become educated and responsible in the future, but its no way seen. This is quite unbearable as no one was willing to assist, even the so-called uncle were busy trying to take that which to belong to us.
Before the death of my mother, my father had earlier died during the crisis in the Northern part of Nigeria – my his soul rest in peace.
A suddenly became a woman through hard labour, struggles and pains of not having parents and been maltreated by someone who was supposed to play the role of a mother.
Where do I go from here now? A question that always have me drown in the ocean of tears, unfortunately, my tears cannot save me.
After several deliberations and involvement of our church priest Rev. Anthony, I was enrolled in a missionary primary school where I appeared to be the eldest among all the pupils.
But that isn’t the problem even. The problem is on how to continue with my studies, I would like to become a graduate from the Faculty of law.
This is part of my other big dreams that currently seemed I can’t get there but I have learned to keep the hope alive why crying for help.
Since I got enrolled in the missionary school, my fees were reduced and yet it’s so difficult for me to afford. I was actually the one who was paying my school fees.
In order not to drop out of school, I have to engage myself in menial jobs in the rural areas such as; picking palm kernel and helping people process red oil, garri and more.
It wasn’t in any way easy for me as I needed adequate time to study my books and such time was used for finding means to sponsor myself in school.
If I am not seen doing one hard labour or the other, I could be seen wandering in the bush in search of oil bean, especially during the raining season.
During my primary school days, I performed greatly and got promoted to higher classes, this made my duration in the primary school a brief one.
Primary school education is done and dusted and it is time, to think of the way forward, I had collected my First School Leaving as a proof for the completion of primary school classes.
The next big problem was for me “Helen” to sponsor myself in secondary school or get married at an earlier stage.
Did Helen got married or later decided to continue with her secondary school education? Continue reading to part two of the story.