Here is a story inspired by a true life event (with the real names withheld), of a little Nigerian boy named David , David was born into a middle classed family(not too rich, not too poor) and was the only child of his parents. They lived in the eastern parts of Nigeria (Anambra State to be specific) and even though his parents never had so much money to give him the best education, he was however, raised with the best love, care and affection anyone could ever imagine.
Four years after David's birth, his father being the major bread winner of the home, died of Acquired immune deficiency syndrome (AIDs) and it wasn't long before his mother was diagnosed with symptoms of human immuno virus(HIV). Little David at this point, wasn't aware of what was going on, only that the big man he usually called daddy was gone for good, his daily meal count changed from three (with brunch) to two, his school was stopped, mummy was always sick, house was changed from two big rooms, kitchen and parlor to a single room with kitchen and he was going to stay with uncle James (his dad's younger brother) at Lagos.
David's mum was a public primary school teacher whose salary was nothing to write home about and coupled with the delay in payment of her salary by the Nigerian government, she couldn't afford to Carter for David's basic needs along side her health bills. James in all his philanthropic and good hearted nature, decided to take his nephew David as his sole responsibility but his wife (mary) thought otherwise.
Life was fast changing for David as he was enrolled in a new school, in a new environment. David was in school, but didn't get any academic attention from his busy uncle and care-free aunt which made him become an average student with "not too good" and "not too bad grades" . But then, David's father was a brilliant man and like they always say "intelligence is hereditary". David soon began to develop himself and gradually he...
... To be continued