Poverty Beyond Belief - Please Read This!

The content of this email will shock you and probably move you...Please just read.

''Aunty Stella, my life is wasting away. Sometimes, I wonder why my parents brought me into this world to suffer. Ah, I am confused. What else can I do? Where do I go? Who will help me? How do I survive? I have a father who stopped caring about his children since his business collapsed when I was barely out of primary school. He has stopped making efforts to providing for his family. How we managed to survive all these years with my parents jobless sometimes surprises me. 

I have a mother who lived in the north all her life before she got married to my father, has little education and "lives only for her husband" (my conclusion after so many years of seeing the lives of her children waste away because she refused to leave a man who cares nothing for her nor her children) She is scared of my dad so much that he has made it impossible for her to get a job. If she so much as dares to work, he ends up embarrassing her at her workplace, he sometimes beats her up as he is very hot tempered. He would rather have her stay at home to help with little things like handing him the remote to the t.v, operating our "I better pass my neighbour" generator e.t.c, when we (my younger brother and I) are not around.

We are a family of five and live in a one room apartment in Lagos. My brother and I struggled through secondary school. Out of the three terms in a year, we sometimes manage to be present for two terms. We would have to be in school before 6:30am because in order to get into the school premises, you need to provide the gateman a pass which you obtain after paying your school fees. 

The gateman being a muslim is either still observing his morning prayers or just getting ready for the day at about the time we sneak into the school, then we would have to hide in the school toilet for about 30-45minutes during assembly period. We do this to avoid the principal who often addresses the students before the end of the assembly, as should he see us, he would have us thrown out of the school premises. The principal recognises us even in the dark as mom comes often to plead with him on our behalf for more grace to come up with the tuition fee. 

One day, one of my dad's friends, who is into properties introduced him to it. We always resort to calling him and begging him for money. My dad only earns money when he helps people sell their properties and they give him his commission which happens very rarely cos he shares his friend's office with few connections. 

When he earns this money, one would think he would use a larger part of it to take care of his family and perhaps give his wife some to start up a small scale business, but no, my dad would squander it on women and alcohol (No, his problem is not spiritual. My father is irresponsible) My elder sister who has been suffering from depression out of anger parked all her things and left the house one day for grandma's. She has since been living with my grandmother. 

Being the first son, I sat my mom down one day and asked her to take us away. And she replied with tears in her eyes "to where?" I couldn't hold back the tears either as I responded "your mom's place, your sister or brother's, anywhere else apart from this hell we are in, I am tired of seeing you being treated like a slave" She gave me reasons why those places I mentioned are not options and I could relate to it. Going into details would take more of your valuable time. 

Then, I tried talking to my dad and surprisingly he listened. I believe he realised I was determined and desperate. Two months after I spoke with him, he realised close to #1.5million(commission). He forced me down to Adeleke University, Ede and I was given admission to study Business Administration. I told him to let me go to a federal university as we could not afford a private university. 

He asked if I wanted to stay at home for another year. This was 3years after I had graduated from secondary school. As at this time, all federal university had resumed and no school was opened for admission. As a matter of fact, A.U admitted me when they were already in the middle of the first semester. I dropped out of school in 200level. The reason is obvious. 

I worked with Jumia as a temporary worker for a while. You don't want to know what I went through to get the job. Now I am out of job and no one is willing to help. I am going to be 22 come october. I am only a school cert holder with a small stature. But I am strong, hardworking and determined. My younger brother and I sometimes go a whole day without food. It's that bad. Please I beg you in God's name help me. 

Help me post this if there are any blog visitors that can help me get a job. Please, don't let my life crumble before my very eyes. 

PS: I would provide whatever proof you want and can even drop my house address. God bless you as you put me into considerations.

*Please can anyone help with a paying job?Doesnt matter how much for now....This email really broke my heart....

If you decide to help him,please contact him via his email adebayorcaps@yahoo.com