I sat at the corner of our bed in our one room apartment ( after been ejected with my mum and sisters because I was a physically challenged person) that fateful morning held tightly on my left hand glass a cup full of closet cleanser, highly poisonous. You must be wondering what I wanted to do with it, of course it was not for experiment or other wise, but I was determined to gulp it down my throat, I wanted to end it all.

Call me OMO OLOWO TO N TORO JE or better still OMO ALSO TON WO AKISA that was exactly what I used to be, during my early days in life. I was the labour prefect in my secondary school days and it was time for all the SSSCE (secondary school senior certificate) school leaver to be sent off. I was one o the fewest most loved student in the secondary school and for this reason I was able to raise enough fund for our send off party compared o other colleagues.

Every body was always hailing me whenever I entered the class with my support but deep down in me I was sad, you wan to know why? I will tell you. Because I knew I was not going to attend the party.

Today, I will not tell you my story of been a rejected son  because of my deformity but I must let you know I was once a rejected son because I had polio my elitis at birth.

I wanted to end my life that fateful morning of our send off party because I did not have any good clothes I could wear down to he party, i actually did not have any good clothes and I thought this life was not worth living, I have attended so many parties in and outside the country today but then I was a fool of my own if I had died because I had no clothes.

Dear readers, if you have opportunity to read this, please be of good respecter of your parents, whichever of them participated immensely to your good life. I remembered my mother retired from the ministry of defence and got a gratuity of just 1000 naira to take care of me so that I would not end up crawling, not only that, she also sold all her gold and clothes on me just because she didn’t want me to end up as a street beggar, yet I was born with silver spoon I never used for once.

As I was preparing to go to church this morning, I opened my wardrobe and so many clothes fell off the wardrobe because my wardrobe have been jam-packed with varieties and I remembered when I wanted to end my life because I had none then I decided to share this with you guys out there.

Now I travelled in and out of the country with just a little briefcase containing two shirts and a trouser and return the same way, I keep telling you, you only decide the kind of life you want to live, nobody decide it for you.

Finally, I want to end this piece with how I was rescued from committing suicide that day, I was determined to drink the poison when suddenly, I heard a bang on the door, I quickly tucked the cup under the bed and opened the door, mum entered and she knew something was wrong with me but I refused to tell, later that night she saw the cup under the bed and she knew I wanted to kill myself.

Dearest I lost my secondary school friends but now I found them, I was once rejected by my dad because of my challenges but today I am the favourite because am the most successful, I was once in rag what of now ….. ?

There is absolutely no trouble you cannot surmount in as much as you have God in your life, don’t keep hoping, keep struggling, and have a lovely ride to the world of achievement

TOKUNBUR ABIDEMI