Born with a Silver spoon but lost it

The bitter story of how I grew up in the street but didn't end up there

My mother gave birth to me when my dad was in his 40s, the family was happy to receive the 5th born and the 3rd male child into the family. Although mother told me stories of how dad advised her to go for planning, as at then they wanted to stop making babies (laughs) but I thank the universe for using my Uncle in the village to stop her from using those drugs prescribed by the doctors to stop me from coming to this World (UAR). If not I won't be writing this story today, I mean I wouldn't have been given birth to. Funny right?

Me imagining how I would have caused world war 3 as a spermatozoon 😂

My father loved me so much, he provided everything we needed, and I attended the best private school for my primary education. Dad was a mobile force, a disciplined man to the core. He barely spent time with us, and anytime we have him around we're always loaded with loads of money; we never lacked anything. I can say we are rich.

See money ooo

However, nothing lasts forever, things changed when I clocked 11. My dad was involved in a robbery attack in the ancient city of Ogun state, Abeokuta. He had already been taken to the mortuary before they discovered he was still breathing. He was the only one that survived the ghastly attack. All his savings were used in saving his own life, we sold all we had and we move to the street when we could no longer afford the life we were living before. It was hard.

My siblings and I suffered to survived and at least go to school. I started Hawking at the age of 12 to support my mum in providing for the family, the government abandoned us for almost 3years. I hawked throughout my junior secondary class, and it's a bitter experience that has built me to be hardworking and has a love for business. I was never ashamed of selling something. I Stopped Hawking at 16 and the years I spent on the street affected me in some ways. My self-esteem, communication skills I lost them. I lost myself cause the circle of friends I keep is street boys like me.

I decided to live with my Uncle in the village, the worst decision ever that turned out to be great. It was hard and I have to accept every limitation that comes with being a village boy.

I finished my SSCE when I turned 17, I learned how to speak the Igala accent. Though I knew my type of person cannot end up staying in the village because I deserve more from life. I decided to move back to Osun state and stay with my brother. I served as an Office assistant in his workplace for a year before I decide I need to further my studies. Though the money wasn't there, I am very optimistic. I knew I would be in school anyway. I gained admission and the pandemic came. That was the beginning of my self-discovery.

I ignited the fire in me and walk out of every dark place I found myself in. I read books, I was intentional about personal growth and information, I unlearn and relearn what I know, I found myself and what I want to do with my life. Today, I am a Content Writer, Graphics artist, I'm an affiliate/network marketer. I am also building a name for myself in the media and digital space.

All these are moving me to my dreams_My bigger dreams. I am sharing this story with you to inspire you never to give up on yourself, you may be born poor, your past may be tough, you may be going through a lot right now, but you see, nothing lasts forever. This life is short to just sit down and watch problems taking away your Joy.

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