The Other Side Of The Story

Life is a never-ending stream of uncertainty the only time it ends it's when one dies. Having a life, they say is full of many things. Love and hatred, loneliness and companionship, joy and sorrow, ups and downs. They intertwine, some experience both sides evenly while others experience the downside more often than the upside of life. The way your life turns out depends on how you as an individual work towards it. How your energy (positive and negative) is and how your creator has planned it to be. But that cannot be it as I pounder further into what life is all about. There are so many other things that determine how someone's life turns out to be. As a young child growing up, I taught being at the top, or being successful has to do with a lot of hard work, having big plans and being through very tough and difficult times in life. As I grow older, I noticed there were other things that shape one's life and not just being through difficult times. Then I started looking at luck in different individuals around me. It might be that some people are just lucky and some not lucky but thinking it through, I asked myself how is that possible because people around me experience luck differently.

In a small village somewhere in West Africa where I grew up, was where most people will call the dept of prosperity. It was where the old never dies and the young scale through to prosper. Why was it so, I wondered but then again it was never my place to ask and the more I question some uncertainty, the more question arise. I was very young when I remember facing things, I never thought a child of my age could and should face. The love issue spiked up to the extent that I was also forgotten by my mom. They forgot their own child and my siblings did not only forget me but also disliked me.

{When I was put to birth, I was so ugly that my parents were so disappointed to call me one of their own. My mom said I had hair in my ears, and I was so tiny and very dark. She found it difficult to breastfeed me and when I cried at night instead of feeding me, she will just wait till I cried myself to bed.}

It is often said that good things happen when a lot of bad things have happened and or when it is least expected. In my case, even when I do not expect it, it still happens anyway. I went into prayer and reconciliation with my creator. I cried myself to bed in most cases, but nothing seems to happen. Soon everyone living around called me the ugliest and that includes my beloved charming elder sister (she was the perfect child, nice skin color, intelligent, a great chef and the one good enough to be introduced to people). I soon held to the fact that I was ugly and there was nothing I would do about the way I was born. Not only was I ugly but I was not bright nor intelligent, slow at everything, and my skin was so dried that sometimes it looked like a scale. Everything was getting worse than it was to the extent that my classmates did not see my fit to be in the class and would call me names. And to defend myself, I fought back and eventually they stopped calling me names.

One day someone told me I was beautiful, and I just laughed and said it may be true that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, but you do not have to lie to me because I know the truth. After all, that has happened or that was still happening I still wanted to believe I was meant for something great in life. I still wanted to believe I could be successful. So, I started digging deep to find my talent or would I say my purpose in life. I came across different things I felt I could do but somewhere along the line, it goes wrong again. The struggle of life is indeed real as I do come up with different ideas to better my life and be successful. But I know for sure that all hope is not lost as many people see me the ugly child of my parents and ask, " Is this your daughter? she is so beautiful how come I don't know her."