By zerah on Skatehive
I was nine years old when I first told God exactly what I wanted. I wasn't in church, nor was it any prayer meeting. It was just me and the silent desires of my heart, let out to God in quiet solitude in the backyard of our family house in Enugu. I remember mouthing the words. I want a better life. A big one. Outside all of this. I was young and naive, yet I knew what I meant. I had seen enough of the suffering and struggling from my parents to know that the life I had around me had limits. So, even at that tender age, I craved better, with or without them. I told nobody of my wish. I just carried it within me like that quiet burden you're not sure anyone else will understand. Years later, after university I was lucky to land a job offer in Lagos. I was genuinely happy. I strongly believed that was it. The answer to my prayers I had been waiting long enough for. The beginning of a better life I had asked God for. Honestly, my first few weeks in Lagos felt exactly like it. Like a dream