Stories, Lessons and Humour.

It is a long read, it is however worth your time. Read, comment and share. I have never really liked Saturdays. I was born on Saturday, the rains hadn't stopped for even the slightest minute. Mama had to give birth at home, the roads were too flooded.. Mama had died on a Saturday too. Dad had beat her into a plump for going to Women's church meeting, her marriage had fallen apart, she was being pressured for not having another child and she was still been beaten on most days. These meetings were the only things that made happy. She had been really late that day and he had beaten her and left her to care for herself. He expected that when he got back dinner would be ready and she would cleaned up for the activities of the other room. If only he knew he would meet her corpse. I had come downstairs after he left to meet her bleeding from her head. In that moment, where my ever strong mother wasn't so strong all she wanted was to let my dad know that she was sorry and s...

This is a long read but it's totally worth your time. I intend to write every Friday and I'm starting with Tunde's story (Empathy is underrated the series) so kindly turn on notifications. I also would like to hear what you so please comment and share. Thank you! My name is Tunde. I grew up in Lagos in a quiet environment with my parents and my 3 siblings. My parents were illiterates but worked very hard to make us comfortable. What they both wanted was for all of us to get educated and then get good jobs so we could make money and take care of them. This they wanted for all of us especially me their only son. Starting from primary school, having good grades for me were how I could make my parents feel satisfied, it was my way to make them feel their hard work wasn't a waste. It was how I proved myself to them being the only thing I could control at the time. My parents didn't come for visiting days and the rest but they were always around for prize giving...