OK it's a hereditary issue, took it
from my mums side.
Web fingers and toes.
I just grew up and saw myself that way.
They said it was how God created me.
I was ok with it being that it never disturbs me;
I still do my house work with
Not until 2005 when I gained
admission into F.G.G.C, Osha as a boarder.
I became reserved due to my physical
status, but one can't run away from people. Everybody in school noticed me and
name tagged me by my deformation.
With time many questions started
coming up, questions like why is your hand like this, even your legs, does it mean u
can't do this and that?
They were seeing me as if I was from
a different planet. I saw myself asking my God a whole lot of questions.
At a time, I called my dad (as my
confidant). After talking to my dad about it, he gave me a chapter in the Bible
though I have forgotten it, but I was consoled. But in my J.S.S 3class, mum thought
within herself that I was growing up to be a woman and took a further step of
taking me to National Orthopedic Hospital, Enugu for surgery. I went through a
lot of humiliation, pains and still the student doctors used me for practicals
and complicated the whole thing. In 2009, I went for corrective surgery at
Orthopedic Hospital, Igbob,i Lagos. They tried their best to no avail and said they
can’t perform miracles because the first hospital spoilt everything. I wet my
pillow all night, I went back to school after 2 theatre experiences that was
life taking and serious. I was still a laughing stock in school.
But it's only my parents and I knew
what I passed through. I accepted my fate and concluded that far be it from me going through pains again in
the name of corrective surgery, what God saw that it was good and allowed me to
come into this world with it. If that’s
the only problem that will make a man not love me tomorrow, then, I don't think
I have a problem.
But as human, I still feel pain when
I see other people with straight fingers and even my siblings because I was the
only one out of 4 kids that got that in my family.
But I believe there is a purpose for that, and
there is a reason for my existence. So I don't put my mind much to it.
I have been following you since because
of your write up’s on Facebook, your life was also a motivation to me mostly on
a post you made a certain time concerning being proud of your scars.
Keep doing the good work. Better
reward awaits you dearie.
Me: Good will post it. Do you want
me to post it with your image?
Her: No, don't post with image
Me:Ok, how did it affect your relationship?
Her: With same sex or opposite sex?
Me: Both sex
Her: For my relationship with the
female friends, it didn't. The funny thing is that you won't know until I tell you,
or maybe the person saw the scars. Then to the opposite sex, I’m not that
relationship type, I just have few friends; just casual and once they see it
they ask questions. People that want to maintain the friendship level will
definitely stay and people that will take a walk will still do that. But people
that stood for me are more than people that walked out.
Me: What gives you drive to loving
and living?
Her: My scars gave me those drive,
at least I learnt a lot with it .I’m still loving because I was loved by
friends and family. Living? I made up my mind that I have no option than to
live. That’s why during my secondary school days, I turned deaf ears because
they are not my God.
Those who are destined to be with you
will always be with you, no matter how deformed someone might be
Me: Ever felt depressed?
Her: Yes, to an extent. But I
console myself with my dad's words that I am a special being. So, whenever I
feel depressed, I just say to myself, “babe you are a special being!”
Me: What is your advice to people reading
(your story) on Kay Obum Platform?
Her: Always be proud of yourself, no
matter what you are passing through. Never feel inferior.
Me: Thank you
Her: You’re welcome!
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