Life has not been easy at all on my side as the case of most African children. Growing up as a “child of the family” a child whose mother and father left at the mercies of my mother’s family. This made my life very complicated and full of controversial issues, which shaped my life goals and my educational life.
My story goes thus at the age of 7 I started hawking chinchin and groundnuts which were the main livelihood of my aunt’s who acted as the head of the family then I was just in primary 2 life wasn’t easy but at that tender age, it was fun for me as I did huck for less than an hour a day after school just around my neighborhood.
I became a little bit tougher as I advanced in especially in primary six as I spent more hours selling chinchin and need more time to devote in my studies and prepare for the common entrance examination and felt it wasn’t an easy task at all but I copied knowing that’s where my fees and every other thing needed to Carter for me came from.
Despite all this I didn’t loose faith rather I became more determined to succeed and become an agent of change. Gracefully I made it to the secondary school then a new phase of my life began. I was sent to government high school wherein we had a mixed of students from the high, middle and low income families of which I was amongst. I was often ridiculed and made gist of as a hucker.
The popular name “chinchin seller ” hurts deep but I couldn’t help it I often cried and felt like giving up but I always kept the faith and studied like my life depends on it and of course, it really did. Business too became slow despite my hustling paying my fees became an issue.
I was often sent out of class for fees and I will take almost 3weeks to return with my fees. My aunt too cold no longer support me any more added with her children since she took I’ll and became too weak to continue in her duties I was asked to go live with my mum and stepfather who never cared if I existed or not after so much pressure I concerned and stayed with them at around form 2 in the secondary School.
Then my life took another phase I graduated from hucking to a domestic boy I was often abused and made to feel less important by my stepfather who saw me as a nuisance my mom couldn’t offer a word as African women respect for their husbands is of paramount importance.