Hello, Hivers; Picture Source It is with a sobriety of heart that I write to you. “I am a committed member of our dear community - Hive” as far back as Steem days. I worked with different people and

I am shining my light

Source CHAPTER 11 My heart was glad because my mother was prepared to join me in my cause, she believed i had witnessed so much traumatising things as a young child and it was normal for me to be willing

Source CHAPTER 10 When my father got home that night, he was so angry that as usual he tied me up to a tree, i thought he was going to beat me but my mother pleaded on my behalf but he left on the tree

Source CHAPTER 9 When i got back that night, my father questioned me about my whereabouts, i refused to say anything because i know no mater what i said, i would be beaten, he was so sad that he ignored

Source CHAPTER 8 The pains was unbearable for her. She continued to sweat and cry, I remember I was just assuring her that she would be alright. It was already too late, Aunty was never going to be alright,

Source CHAPTER 7 Her scream was an indication that she was about to give birth. My father had to put her in a wheel barrow heading straight to the High priest shrine where most women do give birth, like

Source CHAPTER 6 What happened was a very bad incident. A snake strikes and bite my father on his left leg as he screams out for help. Been a little I did not know what to do, I rushed out to go to the

Source CHAPTER 6 I helped my aunty to move some of her little box into my room, as a mark of respect, i had to start sleeping on the floor and allow my aunty sleep on the mat. She cried all night when

Source CHAPTER 5 My Aunty could not hide her shame. She was pregnant for the defendant of slaves but what could a lady in love do? It was a question I never could answer then at my age. It was a big

CHAPTER FOUR Source It did not take long, the days of the outbreak was over, our village was recovering from the outbreak attack. Life that was beautiful at the initial stage became a nightmare. People

CHAPTER THREE Source When I meant something happened, it was really bad, my village was attacked by a cholera outbreak which lasted for ten month. A company from the big city polluted our major source

CHAPTER TWO Source 50 years ago. My name is Pedro but my mother calls me Pedo. I am from ugalich in Anambra State of Nigeria. It is ranked as the poorest village in African. I grew up without a silver

CHAPTER ONE Source The big Lagos city Atlantic Hotel hall was crowded, the road leading to the venue was jammed with traffic, there was no parking space anymore in the hotel, it is usual and normal at

CHAPTER TWO [Source] ( Friday morning, I woke up early and got the children ready for school. This has become part of my morning routine, wake the girls up, bathe them, get their breakfast ready &

CHAPTER ONE [Source] ( I sit up in bed yawning widely while stretching my arms forward looking at my wife’s side of the bed as I do so. I am not surprised to find it empty Tasha is an early riser- she

It is not until when you do big things you can save the world... you can do small things in big way. my friends and i went out today and we blessed a lot of of people with the little we can afford to give.