Life isn't meant to be hard, I tell people this every day, it's just we humans that make things hard for us, because of one basic reason, we don't follow the one basic rule of life that's supposed to make things easy, which is loving and treating others right, the way you would love others to treat you, rather we see the otherwise happening around us, friends hating on friends, even families hating on family just for material sake, which are all vanity.

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Right from a young age, I've always been observant and see the way adults treat others, thankfully, I come from a home where love is not just talked about but acted on. My dad is even one we nicknamed the preacher of love, because he always sees the best in people, and believes anyone can be good, no matter how bad the person looks from the outside, but of course, this isn't always the case all the time, and one experience was enough for me to take the lesson I need to strive as a person and not look unto people for help even when they are in position capable enough to render such help.

There was one time, I guess it was my sophomore year in school when things became tough for my dad financially, he had invested in something that resulted in a huge loss, and unfortunately for me at that time, it was time to pay my school fee coupled with other bills I have been managing and enduring, but it was past the deadline for payment and even the extended deadline was already closeby, I think about 2 days before, after looking around not being able to raise the money then, my dad reached out to a family member as his last resort, explaining things to him and even gave up a property for sale, this man acted like he was going to be of assistance and assured my dad which made him feel a bit relaxed, and even asked that I visit him at his office to get the fee and pay as quick as possible, since I even schooled in the same state where he resided, while my dad was far away in Lagofee.

I felt happy and relieved as well, as I happily matched to his office, only to meet my biggest and most annoying disappointment, he started narrating how he just also paid his kid's school fee from half of the proceeds he got from the property sale, and that their fee was even four times more than mine since they schooled in a private university, before I knew it, he started acting weird advancing towards me in what was intended to be a seductive way, but came out very annoying and irritating to me, he started telling me of how I wasn't a small girl anymore, at almost 20 years then, that girls as beautiful as I can use what they have to get what they want, to cut the story short, I left his office crying my eyes out, feeling disappointed, I couldn't even tell my dad what he did because I was wise enough to know the trouble it would bring if I did.

To cut the story short, my help came from where I least expected, my fellowship pastor saw beyond the smile I was forcing on my face the weekend which led to the closure of the fee payment, I explained what had transpired since he was a neutral person, not family, and surprisingly he helped cover for that payment, and didn't even ask for a payback. By the time the wicked uncle finally agreed to send the money realized from the property sale it was about two weeks past the deadline, till today I'm still thankful for the help rendered and as for that uncle, I avoided him and anything that had to do with him like plaque, It wasn't long I told the story of this event to my dad and he was surprised that who he thought was family could do such, I'm a grown woman now but that experienced shaped to be a better person, not put my hope on people, especially family, I only hope on God for help, work hard and be independent, I will rather be of help to people around me, and when help comes my way, I'm still thankful.

Thank you for reading,