Memory Lane.

There are some nights that sleep doesn't mean a thing to me and this night is one of those nights but although i slept and woke up in the middle of the night, going back to sleep wasn't as enticing as it should be so I decided to drift a little, reminisce on some of the events that happened in my life while growing up and that's how I came up with "Memory Lane". I believe at some point in your life, you have spent quality time thinking about "good old days" or your childhood days either alone or with someone who also shared that moment with you. Well since its quite late, I am doing the thinking on my own.
While growing up, I had moments that made me smile just thinking about them now,moments that made me cry and moments that made me appreciate what I have. I had the moments that I first started walking at a very late age as a child with the help of "kpankere" used by my dad, I had the moment when I had an accident which almost claimed my legs, not one but both. Writing this part brings tears to my eyes because this moment was a very difficult moment for both me and all the members of my family. Going through this moment and coming out still standing strong with my legs is enough for me to just lift up my hands and shout THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was more or less paralyzed. I was bedridden, i couldn't go to school for almost 6months. I went round with the help of my Mother (God bless you real good Mum). Everything and anything you can do as a normal human being without any help, i needed not only help but support. I remember a particular moment when my mum had to go bring my siblings back from school...(this happened when i was in primary school, preparing for my exams)...like i was saying, my mum had to go bring my siblings back from school and she had to lock me alone at home because she couldn't go with me. I was left at the sitting room and while watching t.v, i felt the urge to use the toilet. The urge was so strong that no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, it just wouldn't agree to be suppressed. I looked around me for anything i could use to relieve myself but everything seems so far from my reach. I tried moving me legs and I screamed out as the pain was just so unbearable. I cried out for my mum then I realized that I was actually alone, totally alone. I looked towards the toilet and wished that it wasn't that far. I tried so hard, clenching my teeth as the pains coming from my legs as I tried moving them made me feel numb. After much trial, I couldn't get pass the sitting room door before I passed out. After like 10 minutes of trying to get back to where I was sitted, I gave up and just sat by the door and waited the arrival of my mum and siblings. When they came back, my mum carried me back to where I was sitted before and cleaned up the place where i passed out. Looking at her doing that brought tears to my eyes. Every time I needed to use the toilet or have my bath, my mum was always the one carrying me even in the middle of the night. Whenever my legs were being massaged by one Ijaw woman (God bless all Ijaw peeps), my mum will always be in her room crying because my screams and shout and cries always echo round the whole neighborhood. Well as difficult as that period was, I'm grateful to God for restoring my legs and for giving me someone as peculiar as my Mother.
Another memory I can still capture was one fateful day when my dad found out that every sunday, the offering he always give to I and my siblings, we normally spend it on doughnut and zobo (the doughnut was always sweet and enticing). Well, when the Children Pastor and the Reverend told him about our "escapades", he didn't take it lightly with us. That was the first time I saw my Parents cry; I can still remember the question my dad asked us while he was dealing with us. He asked us weather we want God to place a curse on the whole family. He flogged us mercilessly; and for the first time, I saw stars of different colors.Mehn after that experience, I never bought doughnut with my offering money...lol...
Another interesting memory was the period where I will spend my time with babies in the daycare every Sunday. I was between 7-9 years at this time. Every Sunday, I'm always at the daycare playing with babies while service was going on. I will carry babies and strap them on my back the way a mother will carry a child. I found joy with babies that I earned the nickname "Mama Baby". I became used to it that immediately after the Sunday School, I always run straight to the daycare and I don't bother going back to Service till when the Service ends...Of course, my dad flogged me out of it because I was missing service..
OH!!!! Another memory was the first day I went to church after I had that accident. It was a wonderful day. I got to wear new cloth and my mum organized cake for me. I took over the service. I was even crowned Queen of the department..lol...My mum was so happy and when I was given the mic to share my testimony, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing and before long, I started crying and my partner (my Mum) joined me too in the competition..lol..It was a day I will never forget in a hurry.
Another memory is the day I launched my first published book.. My oh My, you needed to have seen me that day looking and feeling like a superstar and my Mum and Dad looking like the parents of a superstar...I made my first huge money that day...It was Divine!
Another memory which I will never forget in a hurry was December 2012 few days to Christmas when I fell backwards from ladder and landed very close to a big stone. I was unconscious for some minutes and unfortunately, there was nobody around to help me. I actually thought I had lost my memory and I started to call the names of my family members. I suffered severe pains and had to wear neck bandage for sometime as my neck and shoulder region was affected. I still feel pain as a result of this even up till now......
The sound of the Porter announcing for Chapel Service made me realized that it is already daybreak and at this point, allow me to drop my pen but I won't leave without saying some few things;
Your past helps to shape your future and once in a while, as you journey on the road to your destiny, it is very important that you look back to where and how you began so that your future and your destiny can be achieved. Have a blissful day....Jah Bless.