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. Mercy Johnson
Ozioma are
my real names and Ozioma in my dialect (Kogi State)means a girl with good luck.
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 raised me from rags to riches.
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