His Story, XIII by @CashMyFocus

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The project aims at looking beyond the smiles of the next person, to see what’s really beneath, what’s really going on? How people really need help and won’t bother saying anything about it but would rather cover it up with a façade of strength, with a smile.
It’s time to look beneath the smile and lend a helping hand. People are going through real things, these are their stories.

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Today’s story was sent in by one of our readers @CashMyFocus

This is his story.

Please Read.

The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.

behind the smile

My father died when I was 17 years old in Nigeria. It’s a long story but I’ll try cut it short.

I was a high school student then, in a boarding school and usually didn’t get to see him often because when he was back home for his journeys, I was usually back in school. The little time I spend with him was only on christmas break in the US or in Nigeria. Nevertheless he always called me through the school phone booth to always tell me he misses and loves me so much, and his plans for me and whatnot. We really didn’t spend much time together in his life time.

Anyway, the day of my late uncle’s funeral came and passed peacefully. Everybody went to bed that night and woke up the next day except my dad and he was supposed to leave for the US that very day. Well, no one told me nothing till I came home on mid-term break. When my mom informed me, I felt something leave my body that moment, I was heartbroken, I almost committed suicide. I knew things would never be the same in my life.

To make matters worse, after my dad passed away, his family wanted to share his properties between themselves before they start talking about burying him which resulted to a big fight between us and my dad’s family. But thank God for my mom and the strength, wisdom He gave her and for HIM being with us all through. We finally buried my dad 7 months later although it wasn’t a befitting one.

My life changed afterwards. I became a man cause, I’m the first son. I’ve tried to get over his death and find other father figures to bandage the wound, but I still think about him. I still have a hard time dealing with his death. That’s why I smoke, drink, and spend money fast. I’m not doing these things to fit in but for the temporary navigation to nothing. No thoughts. No brainstorm.

But now nothing is working. Not even Alcohol or weed could keep my mind from thinking about him. I cry when I think about him, when I say I cry; I mean I cry. Eyes red and you can look me in my eyes and tell I’m lost and when those crying moments acquire, I blame it on the wind. Lol “Naw bro, the wind got into my eye.”

So to those people that have already casted their stones at me, I just pray that you never wonder endlessly in this world like me.

God bless.

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N.B. The project goes on with Today’s  (4pm)  ’Her Story, XXII’ by an Anonymous writer

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5 thoughts on “His Story, XIII by @CashMyFocus

  1. I know its not easy, but you have to look up to God as your father. Develop a relationship with the holy spirit and He will direct you on decisions to take as a Man. I’ll be praying for you. God bless you *hugs*

  2. Sorry for your loss.. I won’t pretend nd say I know the feeling cos I don’t but I know one who can help and its the Holy spirit….
    Find him and he’ll heal ur wounds..
    Bless

  3. I know aw u feel.Lost mine wen I was 18 nd we were really close.Nofin has bin d same since den.Its tough bt we wld get thru BGG 🙂

  4. Sorry abt all u went thru…u nid to understand u went thru dis cos sumone up der *God knw u can make d best out of it…so wake up n take charge of wat u v…it myt sound harsh…but d great ones grew strength in der short coming…so do dt.

  5. How everybody keeps saying God can help, God can help… Smh! We know He’s the only one that can help. It’s just that sometimes we’re sooo lost… Cos it’s really hard to get past the stereotypes, the judgement… Guess the only way to get out of a particular lifestyle is to just decide to do it one day. Just decide to find God and find peace no matter what. Chai! I can talk. I am one confused human.

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