THE FIRST HIT

THE FIRST HIT

I grew up in a family of 4. 3 girls and a boy I was the third child. My mom was an amazing woman who in spite of my father's negligence to the family didn't stop to give love to us. My father was never there never cared about our well being my mother in her little power tried to see we were attended to. We didn't have a normal conversation with our father it was like we were scared to approach him so he wouldn't Insult us it was just my mom. It was never easy for her to pay our school fees on time,somet sometimes we will be sent back home because of tuition but my mom will always work 3 times more to provide it for us. She was amazing,pati patient and loving.always there to listen to us complain,cry about our fathers treatment but she always encouraged us told us no matter how distant our father acted that he loves she indeed was a good woman.this was her struggle till successfully my two sister's were done with school it was now I and my younger brother Joseph that was still in school.but unfortunately death took her from us,death took her so early without even warning us. We didn't know that our mother was diagnosed of cancer and she didn't have money for treatment instead the money she was getting she was using it to cater for us. For the love of God what about our father? He isn't disabled he could work if he wanted to but he left the whole burden for our mom. Our mom have been bed ridden and taking treatment from home she could go to the hospital but she said we didn't have enough money,eve Even at that my dad was still far from her,now she needed him the most one would think this material was not base on love.but he has 4 children!4! How then did it happen if it wasn't love? While we were going to school that day before we left my mom told us she loves us and we should always stay close to each other.i wondered why she would be talking like that my senior sister eve left in a hurry she didn't even want to hear her.she acted like my father she was so distant I only was close to my other sister Jane. Eve and Jane my sister were working under someone in a salon so they left in a hurry.After school I was coming back with excitement to tell my mom about the prize I won in class but getting to our compound I saw different people in our compound,her sisters were outside wailing when they saw us coming all eyes were on us.i saw my two sisters lying down on the floor crying,looki looking at them from far fear began to creep in I wasn't a child I could sense what could possibly be the problem my walking steps weakened.my sister's were crying and our neighbors were consoling them why will they be consoling them if what we have feared would happen haven't happened,I dropped my bag on the floor and ran inside in search of my mother.where is my mom? Where is she I started asking with theirs already dropping from my eyes one of our neighbors came and held me I grabbed him by his collar so tight please where is my mom?where is she? All he could say was he was sorry that I will be fine that is when it hit me hard my mom was dead.i screamed out so loud placed my two hands on my head I rolled myself on the floor I cried out if possible all the tears my body can produce that day I kept crying no one could hold me.my mom!why my mom? I can't lose my mom that woman meant every thing to me to me I felt like losing her was like losing a reason to live on I cried no one could console me. I cried till evening everyone has left but I was still crying my sister's are all cried out but I was still crying that woman meant the world to me the thought of knowing that I'm just left with my intolerable dad and annoying senior sister,the thought of that alone made me cry mom. I started questioning God.why my mom?why not my dad? I could live with my mom alone I can't imagine my world alone with my dad.it took me days to get all cried out.indeed I knew my story was going to be different from that day.i knew I was all on my own from that day I prayed to God to give me strength to live on.