IS SHE MY GRANDMOTHER?
EPISODE 5
I was just a young girl with great ambitions. My dream since I was young was to become a medical doctor. But the dream was facing serious challenges from My grandmother. I wanted to go back to school but I couldn’t do it alone. Ever since My parents died, The woman that called herself my grandmother has never made me smile not even for a second of time. She was the negative opposite of what my Parent told me, Little did I know that she was a wicked woman who would soon turn my life upside down.
The first time I remember her mistreating me was a day after my parent died. She had asked me to do some chores around the house and when I didn’t do them fast enough because of the pain I went through, she began to yell and berate me. She would call me names, tell me I was worthless, and that I was a disappointment to her.
The same abuse continued to escalate as I moved to her house. She would withhold food from me, lock me in my room, and even hit me with a cane. She would tell me that I was never going to amount to anything and that I was a burden to her. Imagine a grandmother cursing her granddaughter. I wondered what my offense was.
On the same School issue, after I had helped her sold all her fruits one evening, I felt she was in a good mood so I engaged her with words. I gave her reasons why I must return to school. I even told her my future ambitions and promised to give her a better life when I grow up. As if this would make her happy and change for good towards me, she flared up. Her eyeballs became reddish!
My grandmother was enraged and she attacked me. She punched me in the face and kicked me all over the house. I was screaming and crying, but nobody came to help me. Eventually, she stopped and I thought it was all over.
But it wasn’t.
My grandmother continued to say all kinds of negative words to me. She would tell me that I was a worthless piece of trash and that I would never amount to anything. I was constantly living in fear of her and I had no escape.
.
IS SHE MY GRANDMOTHER?
EPISODE 6
I was only twelve when my parents passed away. My life changed drastically after that, and I was sent to live with my grandmother. She was a very strict and cruel woman who had no love in her heart for me and I constantly beg her to reveal the reasons why she detest me that much.
My grandmother was always telling me that I was worthless and that I should be grateful for her taking me in. She would never let me go to school, saying that it was a waste of time and money. I wanted to learn so badly, but she refused to let me. I was done with Primary school before my parents died.
My Grandmother was cruel and she did not care for me at all. She would make me do all the chores around the house, send me to hawk fruits all day and never let me go to school. I had no friends and I was so lonely. She was the only one left for me but she made me go through a lot.
I wanted so badly to go to school and learn like all the other children.I envy those children I see wearing secondary school uniform in our area, I wish to be part of them and make friends. I dreamed of the day I could go to school and make my dreams come true.
One day, I got tired of her behavior and attitude towards me. I had arranged some of my good clothes in my Small school bag and kept it at the back of the house. Yes, I planned to run away from home. I felt it was better to live in the streets than living with a family member who doesn’t value your existence. I was getting traumatized.
I packed a small bag with some clothes and a few of my favorite books. Then, I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. I was scared, but I was determined to leave her house because I don’t know what her next action would would be.
I walked for days, not knowing where I was going. I was scared and alone, but I kept going. I wandered the streets far away from home without having an idea of where I was going..
Finally, I came upon a bungalow house. I decided to rest in a shop there. I found a kind woman who offered me snacks and water upon seeing that I was exhausted and weak. I was very young and frail too. I ate what she offered me satisfactorily. She noticed that I was still there and she asked me to go home. I kept mute for some minutes before tears started rolling down my cheeks as I told her that I don’t want to go back home.
She gave me a stool as I explained my ordeal and experiences in the hands of my grandmother to her. The story made her sad. I decoded this from her facial expressions. She called someone from the bungalow house to take me inside so I could bath and change my clothes….
.
TBC
