Before my father’s death in 2016, we lived happy, healthier, in peace, 3 to 4 square meal and much better, not like we were rich but we were very okay. Everything went south for us after my father’s death. We got a text saying (now you will see the real pain and agony)
We knew were the message came from but we could not prove anything. There were 3 graduates in my house including me doing pretty well before my father’s death. Twas like a movie, everything started to fall apart
My father’s business partners did this to us, we knew but there’s nothing we could do but only to pray. My business started crashing just like that, even people started hating us for no reason haba. It was sad but we kept praying and believing God. I remembered my father being a helper and a giver to so many people, today, Nobody even cared about us. Right now, we are about to be pushed out from the house I rented when I was doing fine, we barely eat and we keep praying for our next meal. I’m already crying but it’s fine. I’m writing this from a sad corner, my heart is in pieces. I don’t even know who to run to for help.
I’ve never shared any of my problems on the internet before so I don’t know what the outcome of writing this now would bring. I’m in a situation were choosing death is the only way out but at this time, I don’t want to leave my mum alone to this gruesome world, she has really tried.
God please.