VOF WEEK 2 (SEED OF INSPIRATION)

AS a young littler girl, I admired my parents’ relationship greatly. They were always tightly close. They whispered and laughed together. They seemed to share something so special. If they ever quarreled it must have been behind tight locked door as I never witnessed any. I admired and longed for this kind of relationship.
I trained as a teacher after high school. Money started flowing and I knew it was time to develop that tight relationship I admired. After kissing several frogs I swam and bumped into the right one. Love blossomed at once. We got a “convenient marriage certificate “to facilitate my visa application to join him in Sweden.
Europe life was exciting. Everything ran by time. Appointments were prompt.As a time conscious person this perfected my life, but language, Was a blunder. Everything was conveyed In Swedish. I dint have residential permit, thus couldn’t learn the language.AS a visitor I could only help my fiancée work, which was also illegal.
My marriage life was smooth and exciting. I was in heaven until hell doors started unfastening inch by inch. Slowly we got in, I suffered in heart and hands of a man I so dearly loved and treasured. He become, obsessive, insecure and selfish. My visa expired. This robbed me of my freedom, self-esteem, confidence and vision. I was imprisoned. I watched things happen but I questioned not. Fear had engulf me to that extent .I persevered anticipating change. I craved for a baby to envelop my misery and strengthen me. Nothing happened after one year. A scan diagnosed an ovarian cyst. The doctor advised for an advanced treatment, but I couldn’t get it- was still an illegal immigrant.
My dream crashed together with the remaining pieces of my relationship. All the love was lost in the scan room, my fiancée gave me treatment which reminded me again and again I can only be “re-considered” after sign of pregnancy. I cried pain, frustration, despair and cravings. I returned home to apply for a residential permit to ease my life and my relationship so I thought.
My fiancée took the free space and over utilized it. He met and engaged another woman. MY heart crinkled in dreadful pain of betrayal and embarrassment. I ‘died’ and rose again. Alone! My brother introduced me to his motivational reading club. Reading positive words daily assisted me regain my self-esteem and confidence.
I later joined woman hope trust. An organization that, inspire, empower and promote women and girls. Here, I was to encourage downtrodden women. I had to be strong. I have heard and solved heart tearing tribulations successfully. My deeds have touched lots of hearts.
womanhope director met Leah of pulse wire and I was invited to this great community. Since then pulse wire has been my seed of inspiration. I read Jenifer got her 1st baby at 38 years, I thought muuh ,Iam still young!