Where it started….

After nearly two decades, I had the chance to visit the place where my life story started. Up until then, my focus was on the hardships we faced, the open drains I had to cross while going to school, or how the street dogs would come after me at dark, and how I was flogged by eve-teasers that I never figured why or who about.

When I stood for a picture in front of the ‘apartment’ we lived in before I embarked on my journey to the States, it dawned on me that those run-down conditions taught me to be prepared for life ahead, the hurdles that awaited, my character formation, resiliency in personality development and overall to exhibit the basic empathy that all humans need to.

Despite degrading conditions of the community and that part of the city, I was ecstatic to see that our home has been aptly turned into a library. I still don’t have any answers from my mother on why we didn’t live better because we could have instead of availing those government quarters.

But maybe, it is now the right time to stop asking such questions that won’t ever be answered and look ahead, find the courage to let go of what I can’t change, create the happiness I deserve because I’ve learned grace from the worst of my times, and keep the ugliness memorialized in my book of lessons so I can mend my beautiful heart!

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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