have this conspicuous scar on my knee that people won't stop "admiring" and asking me what happened to me. Initially it made me self conscious. You wouldn't catch me in an "above the knee "dress/ skirt until I learnt to embrace it and understand that:
"My scars tell a story,they are a reminder of the time when life tried to break me but failed. They are markings of where the structure of my character was welded"
So to bring you up to speed ,this is my story.
OK, fast forward to 2015 , in the small village of okada in Edo state, around June/July I was preparing for paediatrics exams. If you went through medical school in Nigeria you would understand that paediatrics was one of the tricky exams that held back a lot of people hence we always prepared extra extra extra for it.
After an all night I wanted to go study in the call room at the hospital because I didn't want to be tempted to sleep if I read in my room. That morning I can remember saying my morning prayers and having a few drops of tears run down my face but that's usually me when I pour my heart to God especially.........
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next time finish the fucking story then put the damn link!!