Hello, everyone.
Welcome to my blog and another wonderful edition of the Hive Learners' featured post. Sometimes we feel as if we are not getting the amount of love that we actually deserve, but when you sit down and reflect, you will come to realize that in one way or another, you have received unmerited love.
This week's prompt really made me go down memory lane, and I realized I cannot count how many times people blessed me without even asking; people pulled strings for me; strings I couldn't pull on my own were pulled for me. I appreciate the hive learners' community for this topic.
Sometimes I wonder why people love me, even though I have not done enough to merit the kind of love they have shown me so far. Sometimes I wonder if there's a secret behind all of this, but then I remember that it can only be Grace.
In 2018, when I was seeking admission, I left home and stayed with an uncle for the first time in my life. It was quite hard to adapt to life away from home; that's where I saw the definition of maltreatment. My uncle's wife was a wicked one who only cared about herself and her kids. My uncle was never around; he leaves the house in the morning and comes back home late.
She had all the time in the world to treat me as it pleased her, with no questions asked. I stay hungry and still carry out all the chores in the house. I carried 12 gallons of water up a two-story building every morning; I was nicknamed "Waterboy" because of the way I fetch water every day.
Sometimes I eat only once a day; the days it pleases her, I eat twice a day. Until the day I left her house, I never ate a three-square meal, even once. My uncle was a Reverend. We had visitors trooping in and out of the house, and on this fateful day, a man came to see my uncle, and it was me that opened the door for him.
He asked for my name; I told him my name, and when he was about to leave, he asked me to follow him downstairs to get something for my uncle. When we reached his car, he asked how things were with me in the house and hoped that my uncle's wife was treating me well because I was not the first person to come visit and she had maltreated the other person as well.
I just smiled and told him everything was fine, but the pain was written all over my face. He gave me my uncle's package and gave me a brown envelope, saying that one was for me. He asked for my account number, which I gave him without even thinking twice.
I could not see what was inside the envelope, so I immediately gave my uncle his package. I rushed to my room to see the content of the brown envelope, and lo and behold, it was cash worth 10,000 naira ($21.4). My joy that day knew no bounds.
It did not end there; I had no phone then. When I finally got a phone, I found out my savior had credited my account twice with the sum of 10,000 naira ($21.4). I thought such things only happened in the movies until it happened to me.
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