Ovaltine:


What tribe are you?
And from which state.
I can't believe Yorubas would do these.

OkCornel:
This is the most emotional thread I’ve seen on nairaland

merieam16:
Seriously...people are going thru alot

Ugaboy:
I for talk about mind...but the emotional piercing is too much, this, let me just read comment.

jaszplus12:

Do you know? I'm even scared to open and read people's experiences on this thread now....I don't want to be moved....

Ugaboy:
swears my man....since I commented...I just left to check other topics.

I just happiness.... Nigeria problem is too much to start adding people's experience to thought.

yungchop:
hmmmm..

there's alot to be said but I can't even start to type. I am my mother's only son and she had me after 14 years of marriage.
she went through a lot to make sure I survived, she brought me up to know how complicated and wicked life is before she finally lost the battle to spiritual attacks. I can't even say things she went through, she always told me to pray to God that I don't lose her or else I'll suffer greatly. She was correct, I lost her and I'm still suffering till date but I know my enemies now actually and ways are beggining to open up for me.
I held her hand before she was buried, it was cold. looking at her once beautiful face stressed in death, having that thought in mind like "will I ever see you again? "

Dad on the other hand was a supportive pillar too, he always made sure I never lacked anything despite being down with stroke for almost 10 years.

Tinuke, Adio, E suun re o!

jaszplus12:

Painful.... prayers must be constantly said. Don't give up... whatever your Mom wanted for you will come to pass...and you will use it to care for your Dad! Stay focused.

yungchop:


Amen bro. Dad's gone too.

Quietpain:
This thread's got me crying
I don't know what to say but some parents made great sacrifices for their children.
Even if we don't have much, let's try to spoil them with the little we have.

jaszplus12:

Oh dear!! Oh dear....I'm so sorry!! May their souls rest in peace!
Well...you have your family to show love too... your children to see your parents in you...and your spouse to see the man who showed your mother love in you!
The Lord is your strength

HUSTLER001:
ogbeni don't bring tribe into this

horlahsunbo225:
I remember the day me and my younger sister went to hawk and we were almost got kidnapped

How my mum died in 2009 because we can't afford medical bill. My younger sister and my sick mom was sent out of the hospital because we can't afford the bill.

Parent do go thru alot

Modupeoluwa123:
Hmmmmm
I remember back then in Jss1 when my dad’s brother came to brainwash him to build houses in their village.
It all started like this: My dad singlehandedly came to Lagos on his own at 15, he toiled and suffered before he eventually became a multi millionaire. He was able to build houses and owned a lot of landed properties and trained us in the best schools.
His blood brothers were envious of him and they always lamented on how he was wasting his money training girls in school. Whenever they come to Lagos, they do return to the village with bundles of money. Well, that wasn’t enough for them though. In fact, my dad helped them by bringing some of their children to Lagos to work.
One day, a particular brother of his came to Lagos and told my dad he needed to build houses in the village because of his mother. My dad loved his mother so greatly. I remember my mum kicking against the idea but he was determined, his brother took him to the village and after seven days, they called us that he was sick and couldn’t eat.
Eventually they brought him back to Lagos but he was like a walking corpse. All the test we ran showed nothing, he would pee on his body and whenever he ate, the food just sinks in and you definitely hear the noise.
To cut the story short, he died three months after suffering so hard. I couldn’t bear the sight of him. He suffered to death for no reason.
All he labored for, they didn’t allow him enjoy it in his old age.
I was 12 but I knew I wasn’t going to see him again the moment he was buried. I felt so sorry for him. Sorry that he had spent so much training my sibblings and I and he wasn’t allowed to sit back and enjoy.
And boom! These family people came to share properties.
The only saving grace was that my dad had a lawyer.

hakeemhakeem:

Share more about the lawyer role and the aftermath about the family reaction

jaszplus12:

Wow!! If at 6 years old the memory can be imprinted on your mind...then words can't explain the situation!
May Jehovah help your project to immortalize your precious Grandma! May her soul rest in peace! Amen

xavuv:



My mother took me along to the market, a very busy one, vehicles were moving here and there, sellers with their wares on the road side. I remember vividly my mother wanted to buy bananas from a woman selling bananas at a road side, and while my mother was pricing the bananas, she was also looking out for bus to take us back home, i noticed she was always looking back while pricing those bananas, like she was in a hurry.

In my little mind I was in a hurry too, like the woman should pack those bananas quickly and hand it over to us so we can leave and enter a bus to take us home. We were still in front of the banana seller, i remembered vividly my mum slipped some money into my pocket to give to the seller because the seller was looking for nylon to package those items.

I was focusing on the bananas waiting for the woman to hand over the bananas to me, my mother sensed i was not looking at her side, so she left me there and rushed to enter a bus. I cried loud shouting 'mummy!!', seeing that the bus was already moving.

The banana seller looked with horror in her face and she took my hand, along with those packed bananas and ran towards the moving bus. People on the road helped us to stop the bus, I entered the bus with the bananas in my hand crying and shivering. The banana seller shouted at my mum bla bla bla. I was at most 5 years old then. I'm 35 now.

So it is possible to remember some long time events especially if they were ingrained on your soul. Some people even remember their past life experiences.

Modupeoluwa123:

Hmmm long story...
The lawyer insisted the kids were young and the properties they were eyeing wouldn’t be enough for our education but the family insisted. They said they own their younger brother, hence entitled to the property.
They took over the house in Oyo state, demanded for two shops at Ogun state (my mum had to tell the lawyer to give them) because they kept threatening us. Immediately they got their share, they left our house immediately but with a promise to be back because they couldn’t possibly be the only one managing the properties

Six months after his death, terrible things started to happen.
I used to be bold and fearless and even when my dad died, I was in his room all through alone and wasn’t scared. But six months after, I realized indeed spiritual things dey occur, fear Dey grip us inside our house, we go wake up with thousands of ants on our bed. We go Dey see snake and cat inside compound.
Imagine that you are in a house you have lived for 12years and all of a sudden, you can’t walk in the dark.
My mum had to borrow money, relocate us to a church. She tried to make sure we were comfortable. I slept on cold tiles with my sibblings for months. It got to a point, my mum saw paper and thought it was money.
The properties were still there but their rent wasn’t due and my mum’s shop was outside our house.
Though she is a caterer, she tried getting jobs at that time so we could just eat.
The day I wept bitterly was the day I went with her for a catering job, a lady who wasn’t even up to the tip of our finger started to insult my mum because my mum gave her a quotation for 150people instead of 200 (her husband actually asked us to reduce it though).

Well, we went back home after some time, we couldn’t keep running.
Till today, my mum is still the one managing those properties, my sibblings don’t even care about how much it is worth. We are all trying to build our future from the scratch like we have nothing.

Gabe427:
I'm still in school there has been several scenarios.

But one I won't forget was when I was little I would leave objects in my school pockets and my mum washing my uniform would warn me not to forget stuffs in there that one might just injure her one day ....like the stupid boy I was I didn't listen one day I was just playing in the compound and my mum just screamed ye I rushed to see waht happened only to see blood everywhere ...I kept my eazor blade there my mum almost cried in pain I broke doen In tears and just knelr down begging her. My mum who would nearly kill me for the slightest offence just quietly said haven't I warned you not to put stuffs there.. she bandaged the hand and kept washing I swear the image is still fresh In my head till now I still see the scar on her hand.

That just one
What about the times she came back late form work or when shes putting up money for things int he house

Or when the house we haven't even moved in got burnt. My woman almost went mad

My pops not really an arround man when things were so bad for him and I saw him putting money out on the bed calculating how he would spend.
Or when I overheard him on the phone the words "I'm doing all this for the children please don't let them go hungry"(in Yoruba)
I don't know what led to that but my heart broke

Or when I'll have to massage his back and leg at the end of the day

All in all I swore if I won't make it for myself I must make it for their sake and for my children and yes my siblings children I want to be that uncle they'll call and his name would open up doors.

jaszplus12:

Hmmmm....God will be there for you...
The situation is better imagined!

Modupeoluwa123:

Amen, thanks so much.
I started a non governmental initiative in 2017, it’s called Support the Needy.
I get emotional when I see kids going through a lot, hence the reason for the initiative.
I haven’t been doing much about it though but I try to do my best when I have.
I don’t take pictures or start screaming on social media, because that doesn’t make sense to me.

afreekah:
It was my lil bro birthday. He should be around 7 then and I was just 10. Both dad and mom were both trying to put food on the table, none of them remembered the day and I too. Shebi na person belleful dey remember birthdays?

The Indian movie started when my lil bro went to buy a family size cabin biscuit which was sold around #120 or so then. He was running around chanting "today is my birthday, take biscuit" which he started from pop man. Popsy couldn't eat the biscuit but rather went inside and started crying. Felt so sad seeing him cry for the first time and promised myself to be the best for my parent and siblings. Eventually lost both of them couple of months back and I'm all here with my siblings.

It will end in praises!