Hard Times Never Last
I was 14 when I lost my mother, she died leaving her 3months old baby with me, after two years my father died and left me and 5 siblings alone to cater for ourselves in this wicked world. I left my hometown to another state to seek for greener pastures. I was living with an uncle of mine, my mother's younger brother who took me in and started mistreating me. When I arrive Lagos from my hometown it wasn't up to 2 weeks I secured a job in a big hospital at Apapa as a cleaner, as a result of this, my uncle's wife became bitter and jealous of me because her children sits at home, do nothing, but cause troubles. She poisoned my uncle's mind and asked him to kick me out. My uncle threw my things out of the house one late evening when I got back from work. I had to sleep at the corridor of our neighbour with their dogs for one week. One of the neighbours noticed it and took me in. Mr Jite has 3 daughters, his wife usually travel to other neighbouring states for her