I'm Healing. HoL 77

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Humans of Lagos

"I was psychologically disturbed, emotionally down so I dropped out of the university. I couldn't tell my parents, so I stayed back in the campus pretending to be a student.

Friends in school mocked me, no one came to sympathized with me. None ever tried to understand what was going through my mind.

Years after, I disguised as a graduate. I entered the labour with a forged university certificate. I got a good job, but while at the work I discovered myself.

I discovered that I love to give care to the aged. So I resigned from my job after spending just few months.
I relocated to a village and started helping the old ones considered to be witches and wizards. They're abandoned, but I took it upon myself to help them.

An NGO discovered me in the village, and they made me their ambassador.

Last week, I graduated from the University with a first class degree in Psychology.
I have a disturbing experience in the past that strengthen me to care for others, but I'm making a better now for a fulfilling future."

© FERT, 2016

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