k2039: [color=soyouquotedme]The day my Industrial Training was disaproved, a big set back. [/color]

k2039: [color=soyouquotedme]The day my Industrial Training was disaproved, a big set back. [/color]

Royal Roy: The most traumatic day of my life was the day someone I loved deeply called me a foool and a bastard all in one breadth!! I felt like killing someone, even though she begged with tears and tried to make ammends, my mind was off her already. 3 weeks later we parted ways. Just can't stand calling or being called a bastard.

Royal Roy: The most traumatic day of my life was the day someone I loved deeply called me a foool and a bastard all in one breadth!! I felt like killing someone, even though she begged with tears and tried to make ammends, my mind was off her already. 3 weeks later we parted ways. Just can't stand calling or being called a bastard.

usermane:
That was unfortunate. Must have cost you an extra year if i guessed right.

virtuoso01: Mine was watching my mother die.

June 30, 2010.

That day, that moment, and that experience I can never forget.

moonbaby: I have three if I'm permitted

The first one, when I was about 10yrs of age, my mom was tidying up the house so she had loads of papers to burn. She was already burning some garbage at our backyard so I thought. I should help my mom out o, I carried the bin full of papers and headed towards our backyard. My two little sisters decided to follow me. On getting to where the fire was burning, I poured all the papers on the fire, instead of us to go back upstairs jejenly one of my little sister saw a can of raid and we thought it would be nice to burn it.

Oh boy, as my sister threw the raid can in the fire, we didn't know what to expect so I and my immediate sister stood right beside the fire, the little one that threw the can bent near the fire watching excitedly. The next minute we heard a very loud b.ang, the fire went all over the place and all I saw was my little sister rubbing her belly. My mom quickly rushed downstairs and grabbed her, put her inside cold water. There were already loads of people from houses away in our house as they didn't know what caused the loud b.ang.

I and my immediate sister were very lucky but my little sister suffered the most as after 30minutes of getting over the shock I saw my little sister's belly all roasted. My mom quickly rushed her to the hospital after treating her at home. Till date she still has that skin discolouration

It's not obvious to see but if you really stare at her belly people can see her skin colour is not even.

The second event, I was 15yrs of age, my mom came from abroad to take I and my siblings with her to the UK. My uncle had already finished our passport application so all the embassy wanted was for my mom to appear in person to be interviewed before releasing the passports.

So my mom, my big huge uncle, his wife and myself all went to the embassy. We decided not to take our car that day. After getting all the passports and the necessary documents, we were all excited. We took a bus, on the way the bus developed fault and everybody had to get off and find other means of transportation. This area was very quiet with bushes on both right and left side of the road.

We started walking quickly in order to get to the next available bus stop. My uncle's wife then sad she wants to pee, my uncle said not in this area that it's very dangerous. But she insisted, she was carrying ghana must go bag in her arm with some of our documents. As she was peeing, I saw a guy jumping in the bush so I alerted my mom and uncle. By the time we were ready to start going, 1 guy came out from the bush with knife in his hand, the guy attacked my uncle's wife coz of the big bag she was carrying, he used the knife to tear apart the ghana must go bag and all our passports and documents went flying on the road, my uncle went after this guy took him up and slammed him on the floor. The guy ran into the bush.

As my uncle's wife was still shouting, my mom quickly ran after all the documents, gathered them together and this second guy came to my mom after realising there isn't any money in the bag my uncle's wife was carrying. As this guy attacked my mom's handbag, my mom sat on our documents while trying to fight this guy off her hang bag. The main passports were in my mom's hand bag. The guy knew my mom wasn't letting go of her bag so he started using knife to cut the handbag handle not knowing he was cutting my mom's finger at the same time but oh no my mom refused to let go o..that's when my uncle came on to the back of this guy, slammed him on the floor also and he ran into the bush.

We helped my mom up with her clothes in blood and we decided to start running. Fortunately a car came along and gave us lift to the nearest bus stop. On getting home, everybody at home were shocked. I remembered one of my uncles saying mummy, dont ever do that again o attacking thieves like that, then my mom replied him saying, you want me to let go of my children's documents no way....awwww I love her... she was then taken to the hospital that night to stitch her finger .....

Final one was when I lost my dad, it was a painful experience as our mom was abroad then and we were small then ..we all had to move in with our uncle then before our mom came to take everyone one of us to UK....I still wish he is here with us today now that my wedding is near

usermane:
Quite unfortunate. I thought only batteries explode on fire but today i 've learnt from your xperience that insecticide do.
Also my mom don't allow us taking much liquid prior or during a journey cos stopping to urinate is risky especially when u stop on xpressway,just in case out of luck, better to be safe than sorry,it might just not be your day.
Am sorry for your dad 's departure and congrats for getting ready to tie the knot

usermane:
Man u really felt that insult. You must have been taken aback to hear such unfriendly words although not judging u, i can't believe u found that traumatising

Royal Roy:

Yes I felt super surprised she called me that, just because of an argument. I don't know something about that word bastard I just find it too offensive and traumatic to call someone or be called such.


My next traumatic experience was when I was growing up in the secondary school. I had a school son in the hostel who was always tagging along with me to town....which was illegal....and through the fence. It so happened that after I had left the school, about 4yrs later when he was just in SS 1, he was shot by night guards outside the school fence who assumed he was a thief for climbing a fence at night!! His legs are not equal till today. Each time I see him with his limp, I feel terrible, cos I believed I taught him how to steal out of school to buy some nonsense food in town. Now I always try avoiding him. So painful.

aniffy4eva: The day i carried the lifeless body of my daughter.
Something in me died that day - i still can't place a finger on it -

byvan: My mum contrubuting to my loss of admission was the most truamatic experience I ever had.She hated the course I wanted to read,so she denied me access to funds.I had to loose the admission because I couldn't pay the acceptance fee.I met my amazing hubby while seeking a new admission in another school to read the same course my mum hated.This time,My admission was stress free and mum was more than willing to dole out cash for everything I needed to be in a higher instution.God only wanted me to meet my hubby,thus he used my mum.I was heartbroken then but am glad with the outcome of my heartbreak.

poshest: Mine was when I lost my dad ten years ago,a year later I lost my immediate elder sister and my uncle. It was as if God was not existing. It was a real traumatic experience. my mum almost lost her mind. I really felt for her.