no worries. i'm leaving. bye

Pipedreams:


Why did u deactivate

Ishilove:
I don't know why I don't believe this story

I remember in 2011 when I was 18 years old, my uncle threw me out of his house. I live in Alausa then with him and no one from my family wanted anything to do with me because I left pastor's house.

What they did not know was that for three years and pastor and his wife turned me to their servant.

They had 5 children and I had to wake up at 4:30 am daily to bathe and dress five children for school, iron their uniforms, cook breakfast, give them their medications, lead prayer, and take them to the bus stop by 7:50 am to wait for the school bus.

Then I would come back to the house and prepare lunches for the afternoon, package them in the refrigerator, clean the huge house, wash clothes, and finally manage to go to my school by 10 am.

I'd leave school early and go to Idumota to buy supplies for pastors wife who was a caterer. When I get home around 4 am from the market, I would then take care of the five kids and make sure they catch some sleep before their evening playtime.

Around 7 pm, madams frozen supplies would arrive, and if there was a big order, I would have to cut and fry cartons of chicken and fish.

Sometimes, I worked from 4 am to 12:30 am non-stop seven days a week.

It was tiring. I couldn't cope. My body was always hot. I wasn't learning anything at school because I slept and all.

Then one day I complained to my parents. They said I should stay.

I was thrown out of the house after many waves of abuse. I started living on the streets of Alausa. People really tried to help me. One man let me sleep in the staircase of his compound and gave me a bedspread and pillow.

Luckily, I found a job in December 2010 with KFC at Ikeja city mall.

February 2011, I fell sick with pneumonia. I went to the hospital one day to check what was happening, and the doctor refused to let me go.

He told me my lungs were filling with fluids and they had to start treatment immediately. I didn't realize how serious the sickness was until when in the doctor's office I tried to stand up but quickly collapsed.

The treatment didn't make me feel better, I eventually stopped breathing and was placed on oxygen. Was on oxygen for 5 days. In the end, testing showed I was attacked by a very aggressive strain of pneumonia and lost 70% of my lung function.

I stayed in the hospital for 27 days, and not a single soul came to visit me.

My mom was far away in Owerri, my father had just died.

My uncle lived about 15 minutes away from the hospital but he never came to check me.

If not for KFC, I would have died in 2011.

If not for the fact that I went looking for work, I would have died in 2011.

My bill at the end of it all was N550, 480 -- KFC paid it all.

Ishilove:
I don't know why I don't believe this story

Eketem:


Please come back and share please please I am begging.



You guys need to stop with always accusing people who seek help, ask questions first and if responses don't add up then take it from there, somebody is sharing here probably as a last resort and you have sent him off to do God knows what

I remember in 2011 when I was 18 years old, my uncle threw me out of his house. I live in Alausa then with him and no one from my family wanted anything to do with me because I left pastor's house.

What they did not know was that for three years and pastor and his wife turned me to their servant.

They had 5 children and I had to wake up at 4:30 am daily to bathe and dress five children for school, iron their uniforms, cook breakfast, give them their medications, lead prayer, and take them to the bus stop by 7:50 am to wait for the school bus.

Then I would come back to the house and prepare lunches for the afternoon, package them in the refrigerator, clean the huge house, wash clothes, and finally manage to go to my school by 10 am.

I'd leave school early and go to Idumota to buy supplies for pastors wife who was a caterer. When I get home around 4 am from the market, I would then take care of the five kids and make sure they catch some sleep before their evening playtime.

Around 7 pm, madams frozen supplies would arrive, and if there was a big order, I would have to cut and fry cartons of chicken and fish.

Sometimes, I worked from 4 am to 12:30 am non-stop seven days a week.

It was tiring. I couldn't cope. My body was always hot. I wasn't learning anything at school because I slept and all.

Then one day I complained to my parents. They said I should stay.

I was thrown out of the house after many waves of abuse. I started living on the streets of Alausa. People really tried to help me. One man let me sleep in the staircase of his compound and gave me a bedspread and pillow.

Luckily, I found a job in December 2010 with KFC at Ikeja city mall.

February 2011, I fell sick with pneumonia. I went to the hospital one day to check what was happening, and the doctor refused to let me go.

He told me my lungs were filling with fluids and they had to start treatment immediately. I didn't realize how serious the sickness was until when in the doctor's office I tried to stand up but quickly collapsed.

The treatment didn't make me feel better, I eventually stopped breathing and was placed on oxygen. Was on oxygen for 5 days. In the end, testing showed I was attacked by a very aggressive strain of pneumonia and lost 70% of my lung function.

I stayed in the hospital for 27 days, and not a single soul came to visit me.

My mom was far away in Owerri, my father had just died.

My uncle lived about 15 minutes away from the hospital but he never came to check me.

If not for KFC, I would have died in 2011.

If not for the fact that I went looking for work, I would have died in 2011.

My bill at the end of it all was N550, 480 -- KFC paid it all.

I remember in 2011 when I was 18 years old, my uncle threw me out of his house. I live in Alausa then with him and no one from my family wanted anything to do with me because I left pastor's house.

What they did not know was that for three years and pastor and his wife turned me to their servant.

They had 5 children and I had to wake up at 4:30 am daily to bathe and dress five children for school, iron their uniforms, cook breakfast, give them their medications, lead prayer, and take them to the bus stop by 7:50 am to wait for the school bus.

Then I would come back to the house and prepare lunches for the afternoon, package them in the refrigerator, clean the huge house, wash clothes, and finally manage to go to my school by 10 am.

I'd leave school early and go to Idumota to buy supplies for pastors wife who was a caterer. When I get home around 4 am from the market, I would then take care of the five kids and make sure they catch some sleep before their evening playtime.

Around 7 pm, madams frozen supplies would arrive, and if there was a big order, I would have to cut and fry cartons of chicken and fish.

Sometimes, I worked from 4 am to 12:30 am non-stop seven days a week.

It was tiring. I couldn't cope. My body was always hot. I wasn't learning anything at school because I slept and all.

Then one day I complained to my parents. They said I should stay.

I was thrown out of the house after many waves of abuse. I started living on the streets of Alausa. People really tried to help me. One man let me sleep in the staircase of his compound and gave me a bedspread and pillow.

Luckily, I found a job in December 2010 with KFC at Ikeja city mall.

February 2011, I fell sick with pneumonia. I went to the hospital one day to check what was happening, and the doctor refused to let me go.

He told me my lungs were filling with fluids and they had to start treatment immediately. I didn't realize how serious the sickness was until when in the doctor's office I tried to stand up but quickly collapsed.

The treatment didn't make me feel better, I eventually stopped breathing and was placed on oxygen. Was on oxygen for 5 days. In the end, testing showed I was attacked by a very aggressive strain of pneumonia and lost 70% of my lung function.

I stayed in the hospital for 27 days, and not a single soul came to visit me.

My mom was far away in Owerri, my father had just died.

My uncle lived about 15 minutes away from the hospital but he never came to check me.

If not for KFC, I would have died in 2011.

If not for the fact that I went looking for work, I would have died in 2011.

My bill at the end of it all was N550, 480 -- KFC paid it all.

Ishilove:

I'm not going to apologise for being sceptical in a forum where 8 out of 10 'cry for help' have turned out to be scams.

MadHeadLeft2:
is this a pity party? yes.

is this a cry for help, yes?

I swear I do my best. I give my all, but life keeps turning against me at every turn. I am not a bad person, everywhere i go people like me. i respect old and young. i work in my community, but i am not a churchgoer.

severe hardship made me abandon church.

if i had a church where i attended i would at least know a few people i can reach out to for help, but i am a loner. I belong to no groups.

i became a hermit just so i could protect myself from the vagaries of life, but even here in my own little corner of the world where i am trying to beat my own path, life refuses to stop shaking me like a ragdoll.

What is the point of it all?? i mean this human existence.

Eketem:


Please come back and share please please I am begging.




You guys need to stop with always accusing people who seek help, ask questions first and if responses don't add up then take it from there, somebody is sharing here probably as a last resort and you have sent him off to do God knows what

Chubhie:

I'm your biggest fan.It's a crazy path you've walked up until now. You earned my respect. Keep the faith and trust your processes will lead you to light at the end of your tunnel.

I'm rooting for you.

Chubhie:

Be my friend.

MadHeadLeft2:
i don't know but please, i have nothing to eat.

I am in egbeda and I would appreciate anyone who can help me with foodstuffs. i swear to god i need help right now. i can come to meet you if you are close to egbeda. maybe if you are the mood you can share one or two insights with me.

i am so sorry for disturbing everyone here. please forgive me. so sorry

MadHeadLeft2:
i need to go to yaba. these days I hear too many voices. my heart always feels like it is going to explode.

MadHeadLeft2:


thank you so much. mean a lot to me

MadHeadLeft2:


i shouldn't have left, but i was deeply disturbed by the skepticism I encountered. so sorry. i will write out everything here. at the very least somebody can read and maybe visualize life in another person's shoes.

MadHeadLeft2:


i meant no harm. i just wanted to share my story with people.

my memory is very bad. i forget things easily.

and yes you're correct. ICM opened for business December 14th 2011.

ifyalways:

Rada rada. Abeg face your audience and serenade them with your stories. It's very convienent for you to forget things and oh, I noticed a quick Google search actually have the exact date of the opening of ikeja mall.

You said KFC spent over 500K on your treatment right? The mall opened late 2011, by 2012 KFC spent over 500K on a staff medical bill. . . When I burst that lie now you will come up with another story.

You have a willing audience, face them jeje and enjoy . Sinestroo was a better writer by the way.