True Life Story By MERCY JOHNSON
From Rags To Riches
I am like the girl next door. Most people know me as Mercy Johnson but did not bother to find out about the Ozioma aspect of me.
The fourth child in a family of seven, I was born about 26 years ago to an ex-military officer.
I left my mother at the age of two to live with my father who was constantly being transferred from one station to another as a military man.
I am proud of my dad because he taught me all I needed to know about crossing the bridge from being a child to an adult.
When I was in secondary school, I would wash my mates’ clothes and polish their shoes to get paid so that I could also pay my brother’s school fees and whenever names of people owing
school fees were mentioned,
I was always on top of the list. I faced a lot of embarrassment in school. My teachers flogged me; my uniform was always torn and tattered and when someone stole, they pointed at me because of my poor condition.
It was a miserable life, but today,
I thank God I lived a wretched life throughout my school days. I faced so much humiliation and that made me shy.
Amidst all these, my greatest inspiration came from my dad and that kept me going.
I witnessed lots of sad moments. I failed my first JAMB examination but passed on the second attempt.
If I could have my way, I want to be a child again and live big.
There was a time I stopped schooling to hawk pure water, plantain and other things.
Do you know I was once a housemaid and also did some menial jobs for a particular artiste to make ends meet?
I washed her clothes and did some other things in her home town to survive.
Now God has raise me from rags to riches.
Why not say Amen ?