Growing up I discovered that without knowing what you have,who you are and what you want , you won't be recognized. Not until you show the world what you can do you won't be reckoned with.
I live in the eastern part of Cojad. I live alone, my father is no where to be found, I lost the best mother in the world when I was thirtheen. My mother once told me that my father left her for a rich woman. My mother during her lifetime worked has a babysitter for the Wilsons, that was her main job anyway she did numerous jobs at once just to cater for our needs
She worked at a restaurant as a cleaner, she serves as a labourer on a farmland and she also helps the Marshals to take care of their poultry. Despite all she did we weren't so comfortable.
From my young age I understood vwhat hardship and penury meant, severally we had nothing on our table.
I attended the best school in Cojad, I was in my first year in high school when she died.
I had always been an object of ridicule among my mates. We had no car, so I had to trek to school everyday. My school bag and shoe were worn out , I lacked necessary books and textbooks.
I was just so odd among my mates,they weren't used to relating with a low class like me. Only the children of influential citizens of Cojad attended Chrysolite High. My mother insisted on me going there,she said I should always go for the best and never settle for less which I imbibed as my watchword.
The fateful day my mother died,it felt like the world was crumbling right in my eyes. I had always wished I it was a dream and I would wake to see my mother. I realized that it was better I faced reality.
The demise of my mother worsened the situation of things I had to fend myself, comfort and encourage myself. My schoolmates made matter worse, they mocked me daily with no sign of sympathy. They were so cruel to me. I was all alone in the world. No friend or relative, I just had to be strong all by myself.
I was a coward, I never stood up for myself, I was always bullied and I never defended myself. I was called different types of name, I felt it was all who I am and what I deserve.
In the class, I noticed that among my classmates there was always one person who wouldnt join the rest to jeer at me. He was always silent, sympathy was always written on his face whenever I was mocked. I always thought he was also afraid of been mocked.
