The Happy Teens Life

I never wanted to be gloomy, no! Not, angered, bitter nor depressed. Like the brightness of the sun, I wanted to radiate glory and shine forth but it didn't look like some of my experiences wanted me to be in any way glad. Maybe that is what my exaggerated thoughts made me feel. But I knew darkness and light could not coexist. I couldn't be sad, depressed and still expect to be happy, I would have to chose either to be flooded with light or drained away by darkness. It was a decision I needed to make. You could be lucky to have a few people who are trying to cheer you up to wholeness. While others do not care, some people may be committed to making you happy and getting you back on your feet but the truth is, my dear friend, you would have to make the decision to leave the 'pity-zone' as fast as possible. You would have to #ChooseToBeJoyful regardless of your current experiences. The 'pity-zone' keeps you pondering on the questions 'Why me?", "W...

He took advantage of my naivety, and I hated him. Gosh! I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t believe that the same person causing me great pain was living and doing so well. Each time I saw the wicked smile on his face, it irritated me. I wished his prayers were never answered because sincerely, I didn’t think he deserved anything good. No! not after he had caused me so much pain. But guess what? The young man was doing fine, at least from what I observed, he was looking fresher and happier but on my own end, I was getting bitter and really hurting. I allowed a demon into my inner space and it was sapping every strength, joy and peace in my heart. Not to mention that my pain was also intensified and that's what happens when we let the enemy- Bitterness build a tent in our hearts and live there. It is easier to say 'Don't get bitter after a hurting experience' but I know it much harder to get the abuser off your head or even in your heart. The scene keeps replaying over...

"Gang-Raped On Her Wedding Day?" The first time I read Terry Gobanga's story, I couldn't stop pondering on the weight of pain she went through. It must have been devastating. That morning, before she could say "I Do" to Harry, her abusers had grabbed her into a car and one after another, raped her. She even told them it was her wedding day but that's when they hit her so bad. She tried to defend herself but one of them stabbed her stomach and threw her from a moving vehicle to the road side. She moved from the pain of being raped, to the pain of being told by the doctor that her womb was affected and she would not be able to bear children. Harry was still very supportive, months after, they still went ahead and got married, but how did she deal with the pain of losing Harry to death exactly 29 days after their wedding? The accusers were everywhere, they said she had a bad omen hanging over her, they said she killed her husband, a little gossips here...

Last week and this week has been quite eventful for me but though a lot of things happened simultaneously, I did not forget that I made a promise about the #Restored series. For the first, I thought to share my story👉 I grew up thinking it was my fault that the abusers were after me. At about 6 years old a family friend tried to molest me, when I was 9 years old, a relative attempted, he and two other older folks, one was a neighbour, the other, a stranger. It took sometime to really understand what these people were trying to do to me. But as a teenager it became clearer when I narrowly escaped two young men who were determined but to abuse me. Each scene linked with another and suddenly I began to feel terrible about myself. I blamed myself for every scene that had occurred. I wished I had known better, I wished they never happened. Soon I got depressed, I thought; "Why should this be happening to me consecutively" But more to the pain was the fact that I could tell no ...