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A mother's love means everything......or nothing!

 NARRATIVE NUMBER ONE

IS IT BY FORCE TO TAKE CARE OF A WICKED MOTHER?

Hi Stella, 

Please I would like to ask you and my fellow blog visitors this question: IS IT BY FORCE TO TAKE CARE OF A WICKED MOTHER? I strongly believe parents should eat the fruits of their labour,therefore. If you did not labour, you have no right to eat any fruit.

Well, I was born out of wedlock and my parents did not get married to each other. My mum left me with my dad in our town and moved to Lagos, she didn't look back or even ask of me. She got married and had other kids in Lagos. After my primary school, I lost my dad. I lived with my paternal grand parents for a while, hawking things in the village, I couldn't go to college immediately, in fact I was home for two years after primary school till an aunt said she saw my mum in Lagos and she's rich. I tried to get in touch with her but she was always cold to me till finally, she came to take me to Lagos,needless to say Stella, I became the house girl of the house, my step younger ones treated me like a slave, I wore rags, I always sat on the floor while everyone else sat on the chair.

 I suffered intense physical and verbal abuse from my step father while the children ganged up against me with my mother's support, if I as much as touch anyone of them, she would Curse me,as in swear on me that my life would never be good and I would be a slave to them forever,then she would insult my late father too, that's the one that always got to me. 

I was sent to a public secondary school for which I was grateful.

Years later, my step father's fortunes began to dwindle and things went from bad to worse financially.

One morning, my mum woke me up accusing me of witchcraft and that I was responsible for the misfortune in the family and was sent back to the village just like that. 

By some luck, I came back to Lagos, finished school, went to polytechnic, got a job, married a good man and have 2 kids, a boy and a girl. 

Stella,I am doing just fine,I earn very well in my job and my husband is doing fine too.

Now,my mother will not let me rest, her daughters have become disappointments, both took after her by getting pregnant outside wedlock and have refused to leave the house. 

I just don't understand, what if I ended up a failure? What if I died? Did they care what happened to me?what if her curses had come to pass in my life?

My husband and I built a house for my aged grandparents, my mum wants one or at least a better accommodation. This is a woman that told the man that wanted to marry me that I'm a witch that if he marries me, bad luck will become his portion.

Never, I will not help her‎, I don't want her or her children anywhere around me. It's just a pity my dad is not alive to enjoy me today. May God rest his soul .

*I DISAGREE WITH YOU....blood is thicker than water and one day you will wish you had helped her.you dont need to be friends with her,just do what you would do for anyone in need.forgive her and embrace her with love

I dont know what else to say..please make peace,make peace!