Greetings beautiful friends in #Hiveghana, how was your day today, hope you had a lovely day. Am glad to be hear and to share with you my story to inspire people that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
My name is Nguzoro Amarachi, and I’m the first daughter of a woman I call the strongest person I know. Life dealt us a cruel hand when my father had accident which badly affected his legs. I was 10, my sister Ruth was 8, and our baby brother Joshua was only 5. My father’s accident left us shattered and broke.
Relatives who used to visit regularly disappeared. Some even suggested that my mum send us to live with them since she couldn’t manage on her own. Mummy refused. She would always say, “My children are my world, she will keep us together no matter what.”
My mom started selling akara near the junction to keep us fed. She would wake up before dawn, prepare the beans, and sit for hours frying by the roadside. Her legs were always swollen from sitting too long, but she never complained. Sometimes, she would go without eating so we could have something.
One time, my brother fell sick, and my mom had no money for the hospital. She sold her last good wrapper just to buy medicine. That night, as she held Joshua my brother and prayed with tears streaming down her face, I realized how deep her love for us was. It made me promise myself that I would never let her efforts be in vain.
Despite everything, she kept pushing us. She would tell us, “This is just a storm, and storms don’t last forever.” With her encouragement, I worked hard in my studies and got an admission to study science laboratory in technology. When i shared the good news to My mom, she was so happy and danced that day, crying tears of joy. It was the first time in years I saw her truly happy.
My sister Ruth later became a nurse, and Joshua, the baby of the family, learned trading on electrical appliances. Today, Joshua my brother owns his own shop where he sell all kinds of electrical appliances, my sister Ruth works in one of the best hospitals in Lagos, and I work in a Hospital as a lab. Scientist.
We’ve moved my mum and dad into a beautiful home, where my mom no longer fries akara but spends her days enjoying her grandchildren. Sometimes, when I look at her, I’m reminded of the nights she went hungry so we could eat, or the days she sat for hours, her swollen legs aching but her spirit unbroken.
My mom’s story is one of resilience, love, and faith. She never gave up on us, and we never gave up on her. For anyone going through tough times, I want you to remember my mom's words: “Storms don’t last forever.” Hold on, keep pushing, and trust that God will make a way.
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