By twicejoy on Skatehive
Hi Hive, It's with great pleasure that I'm welcoming everyone to my blog and I hope you're all doing well and having a great day. There are always those memories, secret we all have and keep to ourselves but which we later able to move on and thanks to time that heals everything. Wile some memories fade with time, others remain silently buried, only to resurface when we least expect them. For me, one of such memories is a painful secret I carried for years during my secondary school days in my village. At that time, I was living with my uncle and his wife. Just like many young people sent to stay with relatives for schooling, though I tried my possible best to adjust, to be respectful, and to avoid trouble. I kept to myself most of the time and focused on my education and football and believing that endurance was part of the journey. But on one fateful day, something happened that changed how I saw everything. One evening like that, after coming back from football