The Genesis

Let me start with the beginning of my story, you already know where I am at the moment and it is only best I tell you where I come from. I grew up in a small slum in my country with all the problems of living in such a place. Insecurity was high, water was not readily available and no one could be trusted it is because of this that my mom was strict about my brother and me playing outside well that was not a problem for me I am generally a shy girl but confident enough for people not to notice. 

We were a bit well of my dad could provide the basic needs and a little luxury and in this, I  mean having meat in our meals several times a month not so many could afford that. I was happy but something inside me was struggling with the life I had so I stopped being comfortable and turned into a moody child and never really wanted to leave the safety of the house and if  I  did it was the in the company of my big brother or a family member. 

I know the big question was why the change and ill explain by saying It was a memory long buried in my mind that was affecting me but I did not know what it was until I started getting flashbacks when I was older but we will get there, my life changed when various incidents happened likely dads life being threatened by a group of gang members who were angry at him because he told on one of them but that is just it my father has never been one to stand by and allow people get harassed so this way of thinking got him to trouble and a manhunt for him began leading to him losing his job as a manager and us homeless and on the streets. We went to stay with relatives and by then we were four children and our lastborn was barely a year old it hit me that family is not blood only it is the people who do not care what you have to give but will stand by you no matter what so my relatives failed because the bullying and insults were our daily bread while my parents and the baby were out looking for help.

God is good we were reunited with my parents after a month or two and life took on some normalcy then tragedy struck right after when my mom ended up paralysed and in and out of hospitals and we lost everything and my brother and I  became parents because my dad had to work hard to pay hospital bills and also feed and educate us so he didn't see what was going on with me, my big brother became serious with life he lost the spark and playfulness he usually had, the teasing and jokes reduced ass for me I withdrew into my shell because the memories I had hidden came out.

I got flashbacks of mee at a very young age maybe three or four years old and a man would touch me sexually now this replayed in my mind, haunted me in my dreams and with all that I was going through at the moment and the impact from my relatives I  became depressed  I  know that now but then I didn't became suicidal but no one noticed because there was much more happening also I was so good at hiding my emotions and had a cool facade on my face. I met more guys and they abused me sexually it cant be called rape because they didn't go the whole way but abuse all the same and my self-esteem took a hit, I had no idea it was abuse till I got to high school and I talked to someone by then my mom was okay and my dad was trying to put two kids through highschool with casual jobs.

I do not blame my family for all that happened am too good at hiding my truth even now those close to me complain about my not showing emotions at face value but I survived and came out stronger than ever, the story is long but some of the words are mine alone to read am not sharing this for pity, no! am to a victim, I do not even want to know the face of my first abuser am writing this to encourage anyone who has gone through the same or worse to shed off the clothes of a victim and put on the armour of a person who was brought on this world for a purpose and the enemy only blinds you with all the bad things so that you do not realise your dream and full potential, dare to dream again and dream bold dreams the scars will still be there but there is a difference between a scar and a wound.

I dared to dream and every day I got stronger that is why it is easy for me to write about my experiences and past but the beauty is I am writing this with a smile on my face and you can too.

From this the seed of The White House was planted and started growing for those who have read my first story will understand, if you haven't please do so that you make sense of the journey I was on and am on right now.

The next story will explain more and hope we can travel into my life together till I open the White House.

See you, Blessings.