My Life Is A Miracle

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Childhood is always accompanied with a lot of memories. That stage of life is so simple and has no worries at all about anything, provided there's food to eat, a child doesn't bother about any other thing except during Christmas seasons when every child wants to look new hehe. That childlike mind is something we are not supposed to throw away even as we grow. A lot of things happen during this stage, some of which are bad, some were funny , some were stupid, some educative and the rest. At this stage parents are supposed to work hard on the lives of those lads because that is the stage of development, any mistake or negligence a parent makes at this stage on training the child is sure to affect the child. I have scanned through my life and one of the stories that kept hitting me when this topic came was that from my childhood. Please put on your sit belt as I take you on a journey back into time in my life.

My Story
I was a very stubborn child as a kid . I love climbing trees and and fighting very much. Each day I leave the house in the morning before I get back home will be in the evening. Mom was a business woman then, she doesn't always have time to stay with us at home. The only free day she has was Sunday. A very busy woman like that would need to rest after she's back from the market because every morning she leaves the house before I even wake up. I wonder how she even coped with the stress then. Dad on the other hand was doing okada (carrying passengers for money on his bike), he was always not home working hard to have ends met.

I was about the age of five or six then, I have two elder sisters whom mom always leaves me at home with. You know ladies with their wahala, both of them were teenager. they were busy trying to explore life. Looking for experiences from one part of life to the other. They were so carried away that they don't have time to watch after little me. To me that was an opportunity to do my things hehe😁😂, I make sure I used it very well to go for my combat and tree climbing. I soon added to my stubbornness, if you see me then you wouldn't need anyone to tell you that this boy is too stubborn. I remember one day I went to fight with a friend close to a ditch that was filled with water while I was yet folding my sleeve and offing my shoes to face the boy, he rushed me and pushed me into that ditch hmm! I was submerged in that water, how I came out that day only God knows, it was a miracle. When my dad came back home and heard about it, he beat hell out of my life before he bathe me. He was furious at my sisters that day. But I won't blame them, the youthful age is full of a lot of noise and I guess they wanted to follow every sound hehe! 😁.

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After that event, my sisters were a bit monitoring my movement but after a while they forgot me again. This time around I went for a cashew hunt , I became like a human monkey, jumping from branches to branches. I saw a very ripe cashew fruit that caught my attention when I draw near to pluck it, I didn't know that the branch I put my legs on was dried, as I put my hands forward to grab it , then next thing I saw was myself on the ground surrounded by crowd, and I was bleeding seriously. I had dislocation on my right arm and broke some teeth like it didn't remove , they broke, hehe, I was rushed to a near by clinic and they gave me treatment. My mom almost fainted when she heard that I fell from a tree. Dad was confused he scolded me even in that condition but you know they can't abandon their work to take care of me at home. Uptil date my right arm still hurts if I try to lift something that has much weight.

All those near death experience didn't stop me. I grew more stubborn after I recovered, it was like I doubled the thing. One fateful day after I went and played and returned home in the evening , I was so dirty my eldest sister decided to bathe me but before she started, I told her not wash my eyes with soap, I don't like it. I love looking at places when they are washing my face, that childish mentality😂. But that lady tricked me by making me believe she Won't wash my face with soap until when she was almost finishing everything, boom! She held my head strong, you know the African way of bathing children na🙆😁, immediately she put soap on my face , Aaaaah! She did the forbidden, I was so angry. I pulled out of her hand and started running with my eyes closed, there was a well in my house and there was plenty water in it because it was rainy season, the cover of the well was not that good, while running I stumbled inside the well. Hmm ! I can't explain how I survived but it was a miracle, few minutes later in the well, I opened my eyes and saw myself sitting on the culvert inside, because they didn't put the culverts to the surface, the well was very deep.

The well was so dark, I was very scared and started calling mommy, daddy and sabo one of my uncle to come and remove me from the well. My eldest sister was scared too, she started crying and looking for people to help her bring me out of the well, initially she thought I fell into the water and got drowned but when she heard me calling for mommy and daddy she quickly got her friend to help her since there was no one at home that day. They dropped a drawer's rope for me into the well and I grabbed it and the pulled me up until I reached to the surface, reaching the surface I got tired and wanted to let go of the rope then i felt a big hand grabbed me and pulled me out. Who was that? it was our neighbor who came by because he heard the sound of my sister's screamings . That was a pure work of God, I don't know how the length of that well was, but in my community it was the deepest well as it that time. Though I sustained a lot of injuries they rushed me to the hospital and stitch my back because I had a very deep cut near my pelvic. After that incident my mom stop doing business in the market she quit it and opened a small restaurant Instead. Sometimes I feel bad that my stubbornness caused my parents harm but thank God for the change.

Well in conclusion, I want to thank God for sparing my life all this while, I would have been long dead and forgotten even while I was yet a child. My advice to parents, I know how hard the economy is but in as much as you look for food for the family, you should also ensure that you know the kind of hands you leave your kids into before you go to work. This life is one, all your hustle is for the kids, if they should be harmed because of our busyness then your labour is all in vain.

This story means so much to me because it always reminds me of how I would have been long gone and forgotten, if not that God showed me mercy. The scars the wounds left on me alone is a great memory on it's own.

Thanks for reading through. This topic was inspired by the first edition of week 38 contest on Hive Learners community