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Differentiate:
Thanks sis
Of cousre she's my real mother ,when you see her dont look for me again and when you see me don't look for her again. Had it been there's no resemblance that will have been my assumption. But the resemblance is just too much .. infact some other things she do make me wonder if she's not my real mother or I was given to her after birth . but gradually growing up I understand what life really is..
Even sometimes around 2017 I can still remember vividly we are in the sitting room watching African magic youruba. And the film on play was somehow related to the scene. I told her she's has done this too before. But the way she talked that day made me know that she has totally forgotten. And when emotional stuff happen I'm this cry cry type I went back to the bathroom and cried again. Even while typing it yesterday I pressed submit and tears came again. I just cant forget it but that's life we just have to move..

Awwww... How old are you now?

Hmmn
Mine was 2014..the year I wrote waec and the only person who had biology in my centre, wrote jamb and scored 212, wrote Neco and have not check the result till now, wrote AAUA post utme and had 50%, got admission with first batch list and given Microbiology which is my choice course of study...all these in 2014.
Indeed, 2014 was a win-win for me.

OMOJOHN001:
2002/2003/2004 can't forget those years.

My mom gave birth in year 2000 immediately after birth she felt sick, was on that sickness till 2003, Looking dead already.

I will always run away from the house cuz of her,and anywhere I run to. I will be there crying and praying to God to heal my mom. And at night that's when the real trauma will start again, she start sounding like a dead woman,she can't walk nor talk again, she only use's her hand to demonstrate things for me to do.

whenever I am in school, and people talks about their parents, na cry I dey always cry. Cuz I do feel like my mom is just a ghost at home. my dad really tried for his wife,(my mom) The man will cook, wash, work and take care of us.

Not until 2004 when GOD finally heal her through JESUS CHRIST, omo it wants funny that year though. I felt so happy, we all felt so glad the day she open her mouth to call my name. ISAIAH, I nearly fainted that day, cuz I couldn't believe she is the one that called me. Tears roll down my eyes, I couldn't hold it, she cried,my dad cried, all my siblings were shedding tears of joy.

Thank God for his Mercy. Thank you Jesus for your love.

Wowww!!
What a Great Testimony!!
The Lord indeed never Fails!! God is Good!

2012 & 2015 are my memorable/best years. On 22nd April, 2012, I received Christ (God's gift of salvation) into my life. The burden of sin was lifted off me. Next day, I received baptism in the Holy Spirit with evidence of speaking in tongues. Next day, 24/4/2012, I was given access to the realm of the Spirit in prophetic operations and a high level of understanding about the systems of operations in life and destiny. What buys money, influence & honour was given to me. My life is changing since then till now. Nothing can be compared to your eyes being opened, Righteousness2 can attest to this.

Sonnobax15:

Mine was 2006, that was the year I lost my mom to murder..........That year just be like password for my mind till this very moment.....Any time I try to unlock such memories,my eyes go just wet.......

Rip momsy...you were and will always be my heroine......

. Sorry for your loss

Lamanii22:
Like the same day? Were they involved in an accident?

Yes, they had accident on their way to Abuja from Benue, the accident occurred at Makurdi.

Vinnie2000:
Hmmm, Literature Sha!!

In my time, 2006,2007, Students had issues in Passing Literature..
Infact, even till Today..

Very true, students are still suffering from literature failure. That was why my success was loud.

Philip4564:
You must be such a strong man ..may God continue to be with you bro

Amen, thanks for your prayers.

tee59:
You have a strong heart. May God give you a good family of your own. It's well.

Thanks so much for this prayers, I really appreciate it.

Differentiate:
M not that brilliant not really sound
Mom brought money home then and anytime she brings it home she will ask us to count it. Sometimes I get scared cause any form of miscalculation will result to hard beating. So one night she came home late in the evening so she told us we will count in the morning.
I didn't sleep althrough the midnight.
Morning came and we starting counting of course I miscalculated again . she told my younger brother to collect it and count it . he counted it correctly she confirmed it and she told him to give me a dirty slap . he didn't hesitate to give me and she said we should leave. I went to the well to fetch water and get ready for school and tears rolled down from my eyes continuously. It happened in 2005.
Another encounter happened in 2018 when our gradma died. The cloth for the burial the tailor sew for me is a bit longer than me and I complained she told me did I drop money for the cloth and I'm complaining. Didn't talk and i said to myself that I'll give another tailor to make adjustment but have got only #50 on me and the tailor said hes gonna collect #60 I went back inside to ask and see if anyone have #10 and what she said was see is commom #10 you don't have. Everyone in the house told her not to say that finally got the #10 and gave the tailor with the remaining #50. That day suicide thought filled my mind . I left home and treked for good 2hrs and 20 minutes without having anywhere to go.
She thinks I'm a failure but the sad thing is that I'm still looking for every way to prove her wrong..

Sorry that you had a narcissist as a mother. You have nothing to prove to her. If you've got the money, japa and never look back.

OMOJOHN001:
2002/2003/2004 can't forget those years.

My mom gave birth in year 2000 immediately after birth she felt sick, was on that sickness till 2003, Looking dead already.

I will always run away from the house cuz of her,and anywhere I run to. I will be there crying and praying to God to heal my mom. And at night that's when the real trauma will start again, she start sounding like a dead woman,she can't walk nor talk again, she only use's her hand to demonstrate things for me to do.

whenever I am in school, and people talks about their parents, na cry I dey always cry. Cuz I do feel like my mom is just a ghost at home. my dad really tried for his wife,(my mom) The man will cook, wash, work and take care of us.

Not until 2004 when GOD finally heal her through JESUS CHRIST, omo it wants funny that year though. I felt so happy, we all felt so glad the day she open her mouth to call my name. ISAIAH, I nearly fainted that day, cuz I couldn't believe she is the one that called me. Tears roll down my eyes, I couldn't hold it, she cried,my dad cried, all my siblings were shedding tears of joy.

Thank God for his Mercy. Thank you Jesus for your love.

Same happened to my mom, except she didn't survive it!!!

To the topic:

My most memorable year will have to be 2021.

The year my hustle finally picked up.

What I couldn't make in a year, I now make more than it in a month.

It will only get better!!!

HenryDion:
Same happened to my mom, except she didn't survive it!!!

To the topic:

My most memorable year will have to be 2021.

The year my hustle finally picked up.

What I couldn't make in a year, I now make more than it in a month.

It will only get better!!!

Hmmm, This year 2021?. Wow, dats Nice for you!!
For me, Finance-Wise, It has been Great!!
But Adventure/Eventful-wise, Nothing much really...

I don't know Jare... Problem too plenty

merieam16:
I don't know Jare... Problem too plenty

Just too much my sis..

Differentiate:
M not that brilliant not really sound
Mom brought money home then and anytime she brings it home she will ask us to count it. Sometimes I get scared cause any form of miscalculation will result to hard beating. So one night she came home late in the evening so she told us we will count in the morning.
I didn't sleep althrough the midnight.
Morning came and we starting counting of course I miscalculated again . she told my younger brother to collect it and count it . he counted it correctly she confirmed it and she told him to give me a dirty slap . he didn't hesitate to give me and she said we should leave. I went to the well to fetch water and get ready for school and tears rolled down from my eyes continuously. It happened in 2005.
Another encounter happened in 2018 when our gradma died. The cloth for the burial the tailor sew for me is a bit longer than me and I complained she told me did I drop money for the cloth and I'm complaining. Didn't talk and i said to myself that I'll give another tailor to make adjustment but have got only #50 on me and the tailor said hes gonna collect #60 I went back inside to ask and see if anyone have #10 and what she said was see is commom #10 you don't have. Everyone in the house told her not to say that finally got the #10 and gave the tailor with the remaining #50. That day suicide thought filled my mind . I left home and treked for good 2hrs and 20 minutes without having anywhere to go.
She thinks I'm a failure but the sad thing is that I'm still looking for every way to prove her wrong..

. Okay listen to me attentively.. I had similar experience, however in my case my uncle said I have low iq and would never amount to nothing.. Just as you are trying to prove them wrong, I spent my entire life proving him wrong.. I had a successful medical career, built houses and bought that my same uncle cars not car.. I was so busy and wealthy I neglected my own well-being and that has landed me in this state where I would never walk the rest of my life,now the money is useless.. So dude, it hurts, no kidding but never go through life trying to prove a point.. Read and study more, stop crying and thinking it won't get you anywhere... And when you finally become whoever don't forget that your mother, she pushed you to greatness but still be watchful.. In conclusion watch your well being and mental health.

I will never forget 2004 and 2010 in a rush.


I lost both my parents in 1993 and I was made to believe they traveled and will be back very soon, I lived on that lies as a young boy till I wrote my common entrance exam in 2004.
My grandma finally opened up to me after much pressure cuz Everytime the teachers calls for PTA meetings I don't have anyone representing me cuz my grandma would either be in farm or market, and if your parent or guardian no show in public schools you will serve punishment either by cutting grass or by beating, nah the two I dey always suffer.
Finally grandma called me sat me down and told me that my parents including me had an accident when I was a baby and I am the only survivor....... Omo I cried tire that day all my hope that one day I would meet my parents and ask them why they never turn up for me in any ways was gone, I cried like never before sotey I sick my grandma too kon dey beg me make I no follow my parents go chai that sickness shake me.
2010 I was in Abuja here hoping to finish my apprenticeship and started earning something and send to my lovely grandma before admission letter go come, only to hear say my grand mama don kaput chaiiiii I cried heavily, my oga console me tire, the owner of the house self pet me tire,.the wife join dey preach for me kaiii I cried.....as am typing now nah cry get me...... I love my grandma Soo much nobody has ever been there for me like my grandma we've been through so many things together, among all her children and grandchildren I was her favorite. I miss you so much MORENIKEJIMI.

Temmylee01:
I will never forget 2004 and 2010 in a rush.


I lost both my parents in 1993 and I was made to believe they traveled and will be back very soon, I lived on that lies as a young boy till I wrote my common entrance exam in 2004.
My grandma finally opened up to me after much pressure cuz Everytime the teachers calls for PTA meetings I don't have anyone representing me cuz my grandma would either be in farm or market, and if your parent or guardian no show in public schools you will serve punishment either by cutting grass or by beating, nah the two I dey always suffer.
Finally grandma called me sat me down and told me that my parents including me had an accident when I was a baby and I am the only survivor....... Omo I cried tire that day all my hope that one day I would meet my parents and ask them why they never turn up for me in any ways was gone, I cried like never before sotey I sick my grandma too kon dey beg me make I no follow my parents go chai that sickness shake me.
2010 I was in Abuja here hoping to finish my apprenticeship and started earning something and send to my lovely grandma before admission letter go come, only to hear say my grand mama don kaput chaiiiii I cried heavily, my oga console me tire, the owner of the house self pet me tire,.the wife join dey preach for me kaiii I cried.....as am typing now nah cry get me...... I love my grandma Soo much nobody has ever been there for me like my grandma we've been through so many things together, among all her children and grandchildren I was her favorite. I miss you so much MORENIKEJIMI.

Hmmm, Nice one!!
Do not Worry! Better Days re coming for you!!

Differentiate:
M not that brilliant not really sound
Mom brought money home then and anytime she brings it home she will ask us to count it. Sometimes I get scared cause any form of miscalculation will result to hard beating. So one night she came home late in the evening so she told us we will count in the morning.
I didn't sleep althrough the midnight.
Morning came and we starting counting of course I miscalculated again . she told my younger brother to collect it and count it . he counted it correctly she confirmed it and she told him to give me a dirty slap . he didn't hesitate to give me and she said we should leave. I went to the well to fetch water and get ready for school and tears rolled down from my eyes continuously. It happened in 2005.
Another encounter happened in 2018 when our gradma died. The cloth for the burial the tailor sew for me is a bit longer than me and I complained she told me did I drop money for the cloth and I'm complaining. Didn't talk and i said to myself that I'll give another tailor to make adjustment but have got only #50 on me and the tailor said hes gonna collect #60 I went back inside to ask and see if anyone have #10 and what she said was see is commom #10 you don't have. Everyone in the house told her not to say that finally got the #10 and gave the tailor with the remaining #50. That day suicide thought filled my mind . I left home and treked for good 2hrs and 20 minutes without having anywhere to go.
She thinks I'm a failure but the sad thing is that I'm still looking for every way to prove her wrong..

Can you imagine your own biological mother, later this same mothers would still be complaining when the child makes it and decides not to take care of them. Just like my grandmother she use to curse and abuse her children now they all made it but out of 7 children only one was merciful to be taking care of her now in her old age and we the grandchildren do little, we can do. The funny aspect is that she claims not to remember saying those things, but she is in regrets in her old age sha

I know its not easy to forgive her, but don't worry you would make it. that i assure you bro

Differentiate:
M not that brilliant not really sound
Mom brought money home then and anytime she brings it home she will ask us to count it. Sometimes I get scared cause any form of miscalculation will result to hard beating. So one night she came home late in the evening so she told us we will count in the morning.
I didn't sleep althrough the midnight.
Morning came and we starting counting of course I miscalculated again . she told my younger brother to collect it and count it . he counted it correctly she confirmed it and she told him to give me a dirty slap . he didn't hesitate to give me and she said we should leave. I went to the well to fetch water and get ready for school and tears rolled down from my eyes continuously. It happened in 2005.
Another encounter happened in 2018 when our gradma died. The cloth for the burial the tailor sew for me is a bit longer than me and I complained she told me did I drop money for the cloth and I'm complaining. Didn't talk and i said to myself that I'll give another tailor to make adjustment but have got only #50 on me and the tailor said hes gonna collect #60 I went back inside to ask and see if anyone have #10 and what she said was see is commom #10 you don't have. Everyone in the house told her not to say that finally got the #10 and gave the tailor with the remaining #50. That day suicide thought filled my mind . I left home and treked for good 2hrs and 20 minutes without having anywhere to go.
She thinks I'm a failure but the sad thing is that I'm still looking for every way to prove her wrong..

Some mom's are cruel...

Temmylee01:
I will never forget 2004 and 2010 in a rush.


I lost both my parents in 1993 and I was made to believe they traveled and will be back very soon, I lived on that lies as a young boy till I wrote my common entrance exam in 2004.
My grandma finally opened up to me after much pressure cuz Everytime the teachers calls for PTA meetings I don't have anyone representing me cuz my grandma would either be in farm or market, and if your parent or guardian no show in public schools you will serve punishment either by cutting grass or by beating, nah the two I dey always suffer.
Finally grandma called me sat me down and told me that my parents including me had an accident when I was a baby and I am the only survivor....... Omo I cried tire that day all my hope that one day I would meet my parents and ask them why they never turn up for me in any ways was gone, I cried like never before sotey I sick my grandma too kon dey beg me make I no follow my parents go chai that sickness shake me.
2010 I was in Abuja here hoping to finish my apprenticeship and started earning something and send to my lovely grandma before admission letter go come, only to hear say my grand mama don kaput chaiiiii I cried heavily, my oga console me tire, the owner of the house self pet me tire,.the wife join dey preach for me kaiii I cried.....as am typing now nah cry get me...... I love my grandma Soo much nobody has ever been there for me like my grandma we've been through so many things together, among all her children and grandchildren I was her favorite. I miss you so much MORENIKEJIMI.

God will be with you bro..

YouAreNotAlonE:
Can you imagine your own biological mother, later this same mothers would still be complaining when the child makes it and decides not to take care of them. Just like my grandmother she use to curse and abuse her children now they all made it but out of 7 children only one was merciful to be taking care of her now in her old age and we the grandchildren do little, we can do. The funny aspect is that she claims not to remember saying those things, but she is in regrets in her old age sha

I know its not easy to forgive her, but don't worry you would make it. that i assure you bro

Thank You bro..you too will also make it. Together we will all make it..

That would be when I land on the Moon and Mars. Let me just say when I get to Space.

The year was 2006. Dad died on October 16th of that year while mom was pregnant for our last born who was born two months after in December.
Omo... It wasn't funny. I saw NollyWood that day. My Paternal relatives took everything (Lands, Plantations, material properties etc) Accused my pregnant mom of killing my dad.
We had to go stay with my maternal grandmother about three to four communities away and started life afresh.
Mehn... It wasn't easy from that year. Sold Ponmo, Mangoes, worked on Cocoa and Plantain plantations, carried wood from saw mill etc so as to get money for school. Mom even had to work on people's farms.

This life eh, sometimes you have to put yourself first on repeat. We were in the city and Dad would always send money through my home to his people. The year 2006 he fell sick, his eldest brother came visiting (empty handed) and left after a while. We didn't know he came to observe every property in the house.
Immediately my dad died, he began to say "they have this and this and that in their house, don't let her (my mother) take anything from there".

As we dey like this eh... The last time I saw that my uncle and he saw me was 2008.... Since then till Now, everybody dey their lane. If someone even tells them that I am short and fair, they would believe because they don't even know me and me don already erase them commot from my heart.....

Nonsense!

Missionaire:
The year was 2006. Dad died on October 16th of that year while mom was pregnant for our last born who was born two months after in December.
Omo... It wasn't funny. I saw NollyWood that day. My Paternal relatives took everything (Lands, Plantations, material properties etc) Accused my pregnant mom of killing my dad.
We had to go stay with my maternal grandmother about three to four communities away and started life afresh.
Mehn... It wasn't easy from that year. Sold Ponmo, Mangoes, worked on Cocoa and Plantain plantations, carried wood from saw mill etc so as to get money for school. Mom even had to work on people's farms.

This life eh, sometimes you have to put yourself first on repeat. We were in the city and Dad would always send money through my home to his people. The year 2006 he fell sick, his eldest brother came visiting (empty handed) and left after a while. We didn't know he came to observe every property in the house.
Immediately my dad died, he began to say "they have this and this and that in their house, don't let her (my mother) take anything from there".

As we dey like this eh... The last time I saw that my uncle and he saw me was 2008.... Since then till Now, everybody dey their lane. If someone even tells them that I am short and fair, they would believe because they don't even know me and me don already erase them commot from my heart.....

Nonsense!

Jeez!!
What a life!

Dat's Why I always tell people: If you do Want to Help someone, DON'T!
It's a Pity that some people engage in 'Forced Generosity'..

Na my Brother, Na my relatives!...

Vinnie2000:
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Jeez!!
What a life!

Dat's Why I always tell people: If you do Want to Help someone, DON'T!
It's a Pity that some people engage in 'Forced Generosity'..

Na my Brother, Na my relatives!...

I'm telling you.
You know this our communal living contributes to all these entitlement mentality and giving pressure.

Missionaire:
I'm telling you.
You know this our communal living contributes to all these entitlement mentality and giving pressure.

Personally, I do not do those Family Sentiments stuffs!!

Many have a Terrible Entitlement Mentality!
'Since You are my brother or sister, you must be Giving me Money'

Vinnie2000:
Personally, I do not do those Family Sentiments stuffs!!

Many have a Terrible Entitlement Mentality!
'Since You are my brother or sister, you must be Giving me Money'

I'm telling you. Some will just be in the village breeding rapidly and then be tasking you that's in the city paying rent and buying foodstuffs for financial support.

2017 is one.