Dear readers,A good mother is like a jewel. Those who have one call her valuable gold. What then would you say of a mother who abandoned her child at the time she needed her most'Now, she is back, how would this young woman handle the situation' She needs your help. Monica Taiwo.Dear Taiwo, We question some issues, when we feel posterity was not fair to us. We ask some questions and all we get at times like these are the same answers, which do not favour us.I am sad, I am bitter and I am hurt. Not really at the situation at hand, but because I cannot have things my way or do what I really feel like doing without people pleading with me to have a re-think and look into the Bible and check out what God says concerning our parents.My mother, though a Muslim, I am sure she did not checked the Holy Quran before she abandoned me. Because I am sure the Holy books will not support this act of hers.What if I had died' Would she have asked my remains to take care of her'Don't get me wrong; I am not callous, but I am hurt.My family ' father, mother and I, is not the type you could call the ideal family. Then I didn't feel I could have lived better, but let me lay everything down at the feet of posterity, because a terrible situation was the catalyst to whatever I am today.My father was a tanker driver and my mother, a meat seller, at one of the popular markets in Ibadan. I had an elder sister, though not from my father, but he accepted and raised her like his.Right from a very tender age, the memory of my mother had always been a mother who' 'left the home very early, sometimes I would still be sleeping and she would return very late. I had my elder sister to take care of me, so I really did not miss her much.'Dad was always away from home and whenever he came home, both of them would quarrel, because my mother was never at home. I could remember well, the day my elder sister's father and his people came to take my sister away. Mum was away from home as usual. They didn't even listen to our pleas.And as far as I am concerned, that was the day my travails started. I became lonely and felt unwanted. Mother didn't care; she felt I could take care of myself and that, was it.Few months after my sister left, my parents quarrel became incessant and before I knew what was happening, dad brought home another woman with her four children. The children belonged to two other men. Her presence in our home fuelled more crisis which kept my mother away more than before.When it was over a year after dad's new wife moved into our house, my mother left to marry another man, leaving me at the mercy of a wicked stepmother which coincided with my admission into the secondary school. School and times when daddy was home were my only respite. My stepmother maltreated me and turned me into a slave for her children.Whenever I tried to tell daddy when he came home he wouldn't believe me. The final straw came the day the pepper she asked me to go and blend got spilled on the floor which incidentally was not intentional, but she did not believe me. In the end, she sent me away from the house and vowed to kill me if I ever came near my father's house again.I had no where to go. My mother left without looking back. Dad was away on one of his trips, I eventually slept in an uncompleted building that night. I stayed there with the intention of getting help the following morning, but fate had another thing in stock for me.
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