Moving On. HoL 73

Humans of Lagos

"I was born in the Northern part of the country. So when my mother's house was razed down during the ethno-religious crisis there, she moved my siblings and I to the Eastern part to join our father.

I continued my schooling in the East for the next two years, but stopped when my father died. My paternal parents sent us packing out of my father's house to inherit his property. They accused my mother of not loving her husband while he was alive. She didn't leave the North when my father left because of her love f

or her booming business.

We became homeless, and my mother became sick. I met a guy who spoke gloriously about the city of Lagos, so I decided to relocate to the town.

I entered Lagos without having accommodation nor any job to do in mind. I stayed homeless for years doing odd jobs to survive.

Just last week after having spent four years in Lagos, I was able to rent an apartment to reside in. I really don't know where life is taking me to, but I'm not stagnant. 

I now send stipends to my siblings, my mother is long dead. Life rolls, it is moving.

© FERT, 2016