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Poverty didn’t kill me, it made me stronger!

Problems? They don't last forever

Have you ever walked through a dark valley with little hope of coming out? If you are currently in such situation, here’s a little inspiration.

Growing up, I saw life through colored glasses, all rosy and bump-free. I was always daydreaming, thinking that Life would tally with my dreams, but it had other plans. As a 10 year old, I watched as my parents were thrown out of their shop, I didn’t really understand. But when the road side became our business center, I knew something was wrong. Next my parents talked of leaving our beautiful home in the city to a remote village, because there was no money to pay the house rent. In no time, we were in the midst of nowhere, thus we fell from grace to grass. I and my siblings trekked for miles under the blazing sun to get to school, which was a nightmare itself because I spent most of the time hiding from the school authorities on account of unpaid school fees. I had barely settled in, when my dad said we had to leave again . I raised my hopes, thinking that maybe we were moving to greener pastures, but as it turned out, I was wrong. The new place was worse, we lived in an uncompleted building with no railings, no doors, dust everywhere. Worse still, when it rained, we were affected,most of our beloved pictures and clothes were spoilt. Because of the little income, we struggled to eat, then things became so bad that one day we ate spoilt food because we couldn’t afford a fresh meal, and we developed dysentery. All this while, my parents had a strong faith in God that one day things would change. I entered my teen years having to wear ill fitting clothes that I received from neigbours and sometimes strangers. At first, I was resentful and gave in to self pity, always moaning about how I was the most miserable girl on earth. That attitude affected me in every way, I was always looking dejected, walking like a drenched rat. I had no friends(I didn’t try to make any), and this made my life worse, having no one to talk with or cry with, I gave vent to my feelings in form of rebellion to my parents. After a while I realized that it wasn’t helping matters, so I gave it up. All the while my parents had an unwavering faith that things would surely get better, and guess what! it did, few years later, the story changed for good.

Looking at my life today, the person I’ve become, I now realize that I needed that experience so I could learn contentment, compassion, humility and patience. I needed to go through all of that so that when I see a suffering child, I won’t hesitate to help because I’ve been through it. And I wouldn’t change a thing if I were asked to re-live that period of my life.

So friends, no matter what you’re going through, bear it in mind that it won’t last forever. It shall come to pass, just believe!

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