how it started

my name is ivy Johnson born in the remoted part of Lagos into a family of five , Mr Johnson was a cab man while Mrs Johnson was a caterer at the Lagos teaching hospital, I was a young girl full of life and hope for a better future reality dawned on me one morning when my mother returned from the hospital crying without my immediate elder brother Humphrey who I thought travelled with my parents unknown to me that my brother was seriously sick and that morning my mother returned crying my brother had died , I was still too young to understand what it means to loose a loved one I was just sad to see my mother crying ..

Two weeks later after the loss of my brother everything seems to have returned to normal except for the days where my mother cries as young as I am I vowed to make her always happy...I grew up in a three bedrooms face me I face you apartment in Lagos, I was exposed to sexual stuffs without the knowledge of my parents , i literally grew up alone my mother was always on the go trying to get money to take care of me , my school was not helping me out as I suffered rejection because I came from a poor family it was so bad that I don't go to school some days I will just be roaming around the school environment but I had dreams of becoming successful some day so I won't be rejected and mocked because of my financial status