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gaby:
Yup i'm Edo but your comment was going kinda stereotypical seeing in my group alone we had Igbo,Yoruba,Edo etc.

Yep made it to Spain and beyond.

Great story.. i hope you are not in this country called Nigeria now or else....

Taku555:
with this wonderful write up, many would have been convinced that you have attended your plight in education if not reviewed to be a drop out. I must confess you are a good writer and I really enjoyed reading your story. I wish you could go ahead and finish your story. I have learnt a lot from your story.

I want to tell you that self confidence is something abstract and in built, do not allow it to WA you down.

Thanks brother..I'll let it all out so i can begin my healing process.

AnyDevice:
Great story.. i hope you are not in this country called Nigeria now or else....

lol...i dey Naija my brother..i don do Ajala come back home.

gaby:
Just remembered how in the course of the journey one of the girls had gotten knocked up by someone she can't place and how she had gone into labour and everybody scampered in different directions except me. I helped Christy bring into the world a cute little baby boy and christened him Tyson right there in the desert.The boxer Mike Tyson was at his peak then.
How i managed with the delivery? Even me sef tire for the inspiration and inexplainable direction on what to do.

I can remember kneeling in front of Christy while she was gritting in pains and urging her on to keep pushing.When the baby popped out and unto my hand i was confused on what to do because the baby was still attached to the placenta inside her mom through the umbilical chord.

Confused on what next step to take,i resorted to pulling on the umbilical chord until the placenta came out. At this time i had shown Christy her new bundle of Joy and though still in pains,she had the presence of mind to direct me on what and what to do , such as un tying a thread from her head and tying between the chord and the placenta before separating the baby from the placenta. For the cutting i had to improvise with the lid of a sardine can.

There's more on this particular event too.
Only God knows where Christy and Tyson are today and if they ever talk or think about me...lol Got no contact with them.

joseid,nairalane,skyken001,nazarene,dexcira

what a touching story! You're really a kind man. I believe that was why God kept you alive up til today.

gaby:
Humbled by your comments bro. I'll do a special thread of my experiences even if for nothings else but to teach people about the ups and downs of life.

The beauty in my story is that it's a first hand and a personal experience so the narrative naturally flows like a hot knife through butter. No forcing it.

Thanks once againg for your kind words

I find it hard to believe you did not complete high school, "flows like a knife through butter", come on man even u should be proud of your writing skills. Sadly, I find myself in a situation a lil similar to yours. First kid with all the attendant pressures (setting good example and the lot); my parents are cool though so i am taking the time to improve myself.
However your story encouraged me, it really did. I would greatly appreciate it if you mentioned me when u do complete the narrative. Please do... I'm rooting for you.

Mind was on 13/09/2013 my ex girl friend birthday we had an accident while going home, later in the night around 11 pm when we were searching for her phone so I remember that her phone might have fell off on the spot where we had an accident so I went out that night in search of her phone under a heavy rainfall what my eyes saw that night while coming back around 12:30 am was a raw witch standing in front of us( me and bike man) there was unexplainable fear,tension fell on us and we were one minute away from been destroyed by the witch in a junction along ikot osurua in ikot ekpene LGA but God save me twice so that day 13/09/2013 that was on Friday will ever remain fresh in my memory like it happened yesterday

Taku555:
what a touching story! You're really a kind man. I believe that was why God kept you alive up til today.

Thanks and God bless you man.

I wish i have something to say.i had something to say but now i dont.so speechless

gaby:
Thanks and God bless you man.

It will nice is you can write a book, I am sure there are people on NL that can provide guidance if need be.

chuksp09:
I find it hard to believe you did not complete high school, "flows like a knife through butter", come on man even u should be proud of your writing skills. Sadly, I find myself in a situation a lil similar to yours. First kid with all the attendant pressures (setting good example and the lot); my parents are cool though so i am taking the time to improve myself.
However your story encouraged me, it really did. I would greatly appreciate it if you mentioned me when u do complete the narrative. Please do... I'm rooting for you.

Bless you bro..you are appreciated.
I tend to lean more towards the 'self-tutored' cliche. I read a lot.
Growing up my dad was an engineer who'd travel out of state for work most of the time and whenever he gets back he'll need to write a report on his trip to the MD.
As part of the efforts to drill me into a responsible first son,my dad will ask me to come write the report while he dictates.
The first of such reports i wrote was in 1988 and i was just a J.S.S 1 student of Ugborikoko secondary School,Warri while we lived at 25 Metsarun Street Okumagba layout.
Looking back now i see how it actually helped me in improving on my writing.

gaby:
Yup i'm Edo but your comment was going kinda stereotypical seeing in my group alone we had Igbo,Yoruba,Edo etc.

Yep made it to Spain and beyond.

I am sorry if you see my comment from that angle. I didn't mean to. I am an Edo person myself and should know one from afar.

I know how we ball.

Notmyproblem:
It will nice is you can write a book, I am sure there are people on NL that can provide guidance if need be.

Not a bad idea and i sure will need guidance lol

XaintJoel20:
I am sorry if you see my comment from that angle I didn't mean to. I am an Edo person myself and should know one from afar.

I know how we ball.

lol no wahala obhi epa koyo...

gaby:
My poor parents out of ignorance didn't know what they did to me.I hadn't a proper childhood because i was supposed to act the big brother.
Can you just picture a 7 year old kid with a tray of 'akamu' balanced on his head going to sell for mummy before setting out for school and after school i'll take on palm oil in bottles on my head hawking from street to street.
The beauty of it all is i did my family proud and literally lived for them.They say it till date.But my siblings turned out to not know what responsibilities means.

Can't hold back the tears abeg.

Awww I know how u feel flashing back. Am sorry dear for the challenging memories. Can u sleep now?

gaby:
lol no wahala obhi epa koyo...

Domor Sir.
Obowie..

dexcira:
Awww I know how u feel flashing back. Am sorry dear for the challenging memories. Can u sleep now?

Thanks sis...Will sleep some now...hugs all

gaby:
Just remembered how in the course of the journey one of the girls had gotten knocked up by someone she can't place and how she had gone into labour and everybody scampered in different directions except me. I helped Christy bring into the world a cute little baby boy and christened him Tyson right there in the desert.The boxer Mike Tyson was at his peak then.
How i managed with the delivery? Even me sef tire for the inspiration and inexplainable direction on what to do.

I can remember kneeling in front of Christy while she was gritting in pains and urging her on to keep pushing.When the baby popped out and unto my hand i was confused on what to do because the baby was still attached to the placenta inside her mom through the umbilical chord.

Confused on what next step to take,i resorted to pulling on the umbilical chord until the placenta came out. At this time i had shown Christy her new bundle of Joy and though still in pains,she had the presence of mind to direct me on what and what to do , such as un tying a thread from her head and tying between the chord and the placenta before separating the baby from the placenta. For the cutting i had to improvise with the lid of a sardine can.

There's more on this particular event too.
Only God knows where Christy and Tyson are today and if they ever talk or think about me...lol Got no contact with them.

joseid,nairalane,skyken001,nazarene,dexcira

Wow.. Bro.Your book will be a best seller aswear in the light of these campaign against irregular migration thing going on...and you write well too.Make it happen!!!

gaby:
My poor parents out of ignorance didn't know what they did to me.I hadn't a proper childhood because i was supposed to act the big brother.
Can you just picture a 7 year old kid with a tray of 'akamu' balanced on his head going to sell for mummy before setting out for school and after school i'll take on palm oil in bottles on my head hawking from street to street.
The beauty of it all is i did my family proud and literally lived for them.They say it till date.But my siblings turned out to not know what responsibilities means.

Can't hold back the tears abeg.

Elmyaaaa! Bro! Your story has taught me more than a million lessons. It's really touching

Bsideboi:
Wow.. Bro.Your book will be a best seller aswear in the light of these campaign against irregular migration thing going on...and you write well too.Make it happen!!!

Thanks man

gaby:
Bless you bro..you are appreciated.
I tend to lean more towards the 'self-tutored' cliche. I read a lot.
Growing up my dad was an engineer who'd travel out of state for work most of the time and whenever he gets back he'll need to write a report on his trip to the MD.
As part of the efforts to drill me into a responsible first son,my dad will ask me to come write the report while he dictates.
The first of such reports i wrote was in 1988 and i was just a J.S.S 1 student of Ugborikoko secondary School,Warri while we lived at 25 Metsarun Street Okumagba layout.
Looking back now i see how it actually helped me in improving on my writing.

After reading your reply, i can say u re a natural at writing, yes i read a lot too and i can confirm it helps a lot. With all the dreary topics posted on this once great forum, one rarely see anything inspiring but thanks to the Op who created this thread as it led me to your story, i hope to read more of it.

Queenserah26:
I love this thread enough gist

Share yours already.

Taku555:
Elmyaaaa! Bro! Your story has taught me more than a million lessons. It's really touching

Glad you did but there are more to learn as i proceed.

chuksp09:
After reading your reply, i can say u re a natural at writing, yes i read a lot too and i can confirm it helps a lot. With all the dreary topics posted on this once great forum, one rarely see anything inspiring but thanks to the Op who created this thread as it led me to your story, i hope to read more of it.

Appreciate you mate

sunemi:
I just feel like sharing this for the first time. It was my 12th birthday and I was in our apartment. My neighbors children (girls) of about 10 and 8 respectively came in. Immediately they went to our bathroom to shower. The door was opened, their dad checked them in their flat and didn't see them, so he just barged into my flat. They were just stepping out of the bathroom (naked) and on seeing them, he started accusing me of raping them. I am an introvert and very naive about sex then. Immediately he alerted the other neighbors and everyone on the street. The police came in an hour and they beat me like a thief, I cried and cried. I was abused heavily as a kid. I was handcuffed and taken to the station with no one to believe me. I thank God for the intervention of my parents and some other people around, I was vindicated. He ruined my birthday party that was supposed to take place that night. It was the worst birthday gift anyone could get. The stigma almost made me commit suicide. It happened in Ogun State. Till today it still hurts. I can't ever forgive him even after 13years.

no vex o....

Buh why would you allow them take their bath in your house

gaby:
Thanks sis...Will sleep some now...hugs all

. Goodnight

gaby:
Glad you did but there are more to learn as i proceed.

don't forget to mention me in the storey.i want to follow to the end. Thanks..

A certain date in august.The day I lost my beloved father.I went numb, and I couldn't weep. I got scarred that day, and the pain is still so fresh.

joyberry:
On 12th December 2009, when I walked into the palour ,from a short nap in the room, only to find my elder sister dead body on the chair.For a while, i thought she was sleeping, but the posture of her body made me suspicious. I tried waking her up to no avail,i stayed with her dead body till Mumsy came back,cos i didnt know what else to do. I was just 14 then and it left a psychological scar on me.The first time I saw a dead body of one close to me.

Sorry to ask.... What killed her?
How old was she?



Please, sorry for being too inquisitive

Taku555:
I hope is not my Blessing?

maybe, maybe not

gaby:
Wow...i actually feel lighter sharing some part of my story and thanks to you guys for urging me to let it out..my family members don't even know most of all these i just give tit bits and lock up but i just realized my memory recall thrives better in writing and i can also easily sequentialize the events as they happened.

Please , open a thread, you never know, your story might save someone and please tag me when you do, thanks

gaby:
Thanks guys.talking about and reliving it is making me cry here.You know that feeling of an experience only you went through and can't paint a vivid picture of it to people around and you just wished they knew what you been through.

I wish I could give you a hug right now.

IamZod:
August 2016, Osun state. The night I smoked one joint and almost ran mad.

Meh, I experienced hell that day. My head was spinning, heart rate tripled...
Funny enough, back in my hood, I do smoke joint normally and never felt myself going gaga.

Why this particular joint took me to an all time high, I just couldn't figure.
I can't forget the cold showers, brisk walking, press-ups etc. All just to stay active so I don't loose my consciousness.


Thank God for mercies.

What would have happened if you fell unconscious?