Welcome back to my blog for another wonderful edition in the #hiveghana community which happens to be one of the community that makes the #hive Blockchain a very beautiful one.
Quickly before the end of this week edition I will love to talk about something that I think is very important and it concerns me. Also I know it will in one way or the other affect others reading because we all have our background which has made us who we are and will always be if nothing is done about it.
My past is the type that has nothing to good about it, even though I can't stop been greatful to God because I am here telling my stories. There are lots of people who had better stories to tell, but never got the chance to actually tell it. The life that I have is not what to play with or take for granted. All glory to God.
My root do have alot of both positive and negative impact in my life even as an adult today. Right from my family, I am the eleventh child of a poor widow who struggles everyday to put food on the table for the children that her husband left for her before he passed on. Growing up in such environment was not a very sweet one because we eat from hand to mouth every day as far as I can remember. Before I ever know how to say mummy, my mom was left with only four of us. My elder sisters and myself making imus four. Most of them died before my father died and even before I was born.
We only saw poverty as a normal thing and all those who are wealthy, we see them as been privileged by God. So we continued to accept our faith and life goes on. Because of constant lack I was given out to an anty who lived far away from home. We only come home once in three or four years. This was how I grow up not knowing my elder sisters and not even knowing my mother very well. I regret this every time I remembered it but there is nothing that I can do.
THE EFFECTS ON ME
I don't know home as much as my elder sisters who grew ip in the village. I never got the opportunity to learn the food manners of our people. I never got the chance to learn how to cook good food as a young girl growing up. I had to start learning how to cook good food after getting married. And all thanks to my special husband who was patient with me because he was just eating anything I cooked back then when we got married without complaining.
CHANGING THE NARRATIVES
When I grew up I started learning all the things that I never had the privilege to learn. I started appreciating my mom as supposed because I never did when I was younger. I started looking for my elder sisters to bound with them, though it was not easy especially with our first born because of the age gap. I also decide to stick to my own children and allow them learn all that they need to learn under me. I have never been in a haste yo send the children to stay with someone else because I know the damages it did to me.
This is my contribution to the topic.
Love you all and happy new week.