I was taken away from my mom when I was two years old. I totally remember that day because it brought so much sorrow in my life. Reaching my dad's house, there was a new 'mum'.... who turned my life into hell. There was also my eldest sister and my step brother who was also older than me. These were the hardest days in life, and so I ran away to my grandma's house. Oh she loved me dearly! There I met Douglas, two or three years older than me, but was handicapped. Though Doug couldn't walk, talk or do anything on his own, he became my best friend. He became my solace, my brother and till now, he is still a happy part of my life. He always mummurs in happiness when he sees me, and am glad I met Douglas. At 7years, mum picked me up and took me to my maternal grandmother, she's a darling. She looked after me, paid my school fees until I finished highschool and even though am married she always calls to ask if I lack anything.
Before I was a Muslim, but I changed my religion to born again when I met my husband four years ago. My dad was so hurt by that fact. He refused to attend my introduction or wedding, he disowned so many times. This hurts me so much every time I wake up, but I learned to live with my decisions. I decided to follow Christ and let my dad live his life.
Things sometimes don't go easy but I know it gets better. I have my family, friends my grandmas, my mum, my sisters and my two kids and husband who will always support me. I choose to dream, I choose to hope, I choose to love , I choose to be better because I chose Christ.