At age 19, it wasn't a fascinating idea that I was going to settle for a marital life.

I just needed to excel in my studies inorder to feature into a splendid career.

I was very much cognizant of the kind of family I was born in.

Being the only daughter of my parents who weren't that rich, I made this sacrilegious vow to put them in a better situation in the prospective years ahead.

I had a brother but it was so unfortunate that I lost him to death. How mysterious was his death!

Then, I lived alone like a nobody, having neither father nor mum. It continued until I the greatest tragedy surged.

Despite the fact that I was so principled and beautiful, I never cared really much to be meticulous with my pride as a virgin.

Sadly, I became a mum at 19. Indeed, life seemed more tougher. I would say that It did turned out to favour me because I embraced the pains with resilience and self-forgiveness.

Months later, I got delivered of my baby boy. The one I so much cherished because he became my everything, my brother, my husband; infact all.

Gradually, my dad fell seriously sick. Things crumbled because he had been the bread winner. I had to take up the responsibility seeing that my mum wasn't well too. Her's was natural. Right from child, she had been asthmatic.

It wasn't really easy for a young girl like me. I always carried my child with me all the whiles I hawked.

To me, all hope was gone.

Always, I would look at him and promise him a better future.

One day, I returned home as usual with my baby who was now aged 3 only to discover that dad was dying.

I was hastily shushed because I could do nothing to save him.

I threw my baby and rushed towards dad to encourage him..

You'll live dad, you need to be alive for me dad?

I cried and it was the same with my father.

Great tears streamed down his face as he caressed my hands..

Without any hesitation, I rushed to the nearby shop to make some withdrawals in order to get medicine for dad. The only cash I had then was a thousand naira but I have Five thousand in my bank account.

That was my last hope but dad should not die.

Unfortunately, the shop owner was getting ready to go home.

Please my dad is dying. I need the money now.
I begged but he never cared.

I yelled, almost dragging him to stupor but he was very adamant to hearken unto me.

After I had rolled on the ground with tears and hopelessness, I hurried to the bank. When I got there, I couldn't believe my eyes. The que was so long that I had to leave.

While I was about leaving, a young man approached me.

Young lady, what's the problem? He asked.

My tears could not allow me to express my emotions.

I painfully left him to meet with the fate awaiting me at home.

When I got home, I realized that dad was indeed dead.

I fell and started crying with no one to console me. My little boy joined me too.

With great affection, I hugged him as we shedded tears.

Years later, I lost mum too.

I started a new life with my child. During those times, I truly met the Lord.

I never allowed my child to feel the pains of being a b*stard; however, he always tried to know who his dad really was.

At a time, I started cautioning him to forget it all because they weren't going to be useful to him.

Little did I knew that I was not doing it right. I never cared to realize his emotions. I never wanted him to talk good about whomsoever was his dad, even though he had advised me to let the pains go.

One day, I was about leaving for the market when some men brought me a news that my son was involved in a ghastly accident.

Quickly, I hurried to the hospital and there I met my boy. I was glad he survived but my own health was sequentially at stake.

Life was no longer worth living but I needed not to leave my boy behind.

Instantly, as I was pondering upon it all, I collapsed.

Soon, I was no longer in the world. There was this vast joy I felt. The environment was glorious. I had forgotten that I have a son.

I was about entering through that golden gate when a man stopped me.

You cannot enter! He said, obstructing the path thereby making it impassable.

And why? I asked, almost in tears.

You have a dirty spot on your glorious gown.
He replied, steadily looking at a direction of my gown.

Just then, I saw it.

Why have you decided not to forgive the father of your child and the man that denied you access to make transactions in order to save your father? Indeed, you are my daughter who I am well pleased but unfortunately, you haven't let go of the past. You always allow your son to feel the past. There's a greater responsibility but that's not what you are doing. Dear daughter, no such christian is allowed here...

Please sir.. I cut in, now rolling on the ground with tears.

Can you allow me to make amends? At least I have a son and he has no one to care for him now that I am dead. I need to go back and train him too in the right way.

Stunned, the man waved his head..

I am sorry daughter. I shall take care of him. The living has nothing to do with the dead any longer.
Your own race is over. You are ending here. Depart from meee!!!!

At once, a whirlwind carried me to the other side; a very devastating place.

Lo, my eyes opened and my life was restored.

With tears, my child clutched my hands and we both hugged.

He had been calling on me but I was no where to be found.

To the glory of God, I forgave his dad and the other man. I started training my child in the was he should go.

At age 24, he became the youngest CEO of a tech company that's worth millions of dollars.

My level changed drastically.

Today, I am a founder of a prominent non governmental organization in my country, where I educate my fellow women on the need to keep on trusting in God and forgetting their past..

There's always a better future.
Let go of the past.
Embrace your future with resilience and you'll definitely overcome!