Her Story, 27 by @stefsoshy

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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 @stefsoshy

This is her story.

Please Read.

The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.

behind the smile

Hey guys! I’m Stephanie and this is my story.

First of all, today is my birthday (whoop! Whoop!) and this story came last minute and I really appreciate Funto for this gift. I will remember it for as long as I live.

Okay, my story is not a sad one and like one writer said on here, this is a story of a smile “Beneath my smile”. I lost my dad when I was two years old, I have two elder brothers and I am the last born, so I guess my oldest brother was five years at the time. I can imagine how hard it was for my mum to take care of three little kids because I don’t remember us getting any help from anybody.

I think sometimes, that if she had chosen to sell plantain by the roadside, nobody would question her; after all she is a widow. I think of how strong she is and for everything she has done (by the grace of God, of course) and I am amazed. All the trips abroad, the good schools, providing most of our needs, stuff I know that even people with both parents wouldn’t do for their children.

Even though it is obvious she is struggling ‘cause she also has her disabled sister and my grand mum to take care of not excluding us, her three kids… she still gets stronger. My mum is not just my mum; she is a mum to everyone else. Even people I do not know call her ‘mum’ (with too much confidence sef *rme*). She is a hero/life-saver to people and families. She puts other people, even before her own children sometimes (don’t know if that’s a good thing tho..lol). People pray for her when they greet her by the roadside. I know that if dad hadn’t died, maybe we’d be living in a mansion with several cars, schooling abroad n what-not but I also know that maybe my parents would have been separated or one of us would be really sick something that would have made my life much worse. So you see my friends, God knows what He is doing.

Most of all, my mum has raised a beautiful, intelligent, God-fearing, sweet, young lady, ME!!! I mean! Even though I’ve had my own fair share of challenges, health wise and otherwise, my mother’s strength and love has taken me through all those and I don’t even remember passing through such phases, in my life.

So today, that is, my birthday, I am not celebrating myself but the woman who God has used to make me the person I am today. I love her so much and I’m sure you love her too and Beneath my smile and all the smiles I will give today is a really-really-really big, genuine smile to show how happy and proud I am of my mum and to tell you dear readers that everything works out, in the end: D

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Happy Birthday Steph! We Love You!

Don’t just read, say a prayer.


N.B. The project goes on with Today’s  ’Her Story, 28’ by
Anonymous Writer (2pm) and ‘His Story XX’ by @aurellio1 (6pm)

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