Sitting in front of my computer, I’m counting the number of times, love has failed me, people have disappointed me and failed my trust for them, how many friends I have lost from meaningless fights and hurtful words, family squabbles and very tough times, the unaccountable times tears have dropped from my eyes in public and many times on my bed alone with my pillow soaked, the one break up that took me almost 3 years to give love a try again and how many times I had thought life would have been if my parents were still together. Yet I am still standing. I am a very strong, resilient, independent and courageous woman. I don’t mean to blow my own horn but it is how I was taught about life and what I learnt to be growing up with my father and brothers as my mum wasn’t around(separated from dad when I was and my only sister always away in boarding school and university. But my greatest pain and weakness has to be my impatience, my kind and open heart which is always mistaken for stupidity and has landed me in trouble on numerous occasions yet I find strength in the fall to stand up again.
Was it the time I caught my boyfriend cheating? My friend and I put up a dramatic scene, drove off and then we had a ghastly accident that almost cost us our lives, yet I still went back to that same man. Or the day my brother called to tell me my father had stroke? I thought the world had ended; all I did was fall on my knees and tell God it is either him or me and months later he’s keeping us both in good health and I find that prayer selfish. Or was it recently my cousin kicked me out of his apartment knowing I had nowhere else in Lagos to go and I thought of moving back to Calabar to start all over again?
Still I stand!