THIS IS MY STORY BY Anyameluhor Augustine Chukwuemeka
EXODUS 33:19 In my room alone, I am asked to play this tune. It was an express catch on the net as I typed “Akon feat Big meech, Time is Money”. The loud blast off my woofer elevated my begins into an elated status, but was unexpectedly interrupted by a bang on my door. This was the beginning of an end. I was brought up in an adorable background as my parents were ever supportive in all worthy ramifications of life. Very lucky indeed I grow up finding out we were not rich nor poor but contented with all we had. The least in a family of four siblings, we were known for our dogged pursuit to excel in whatever the task at hand may be. In 1997/1998 I joined my dad who had won a golden appointment (Because it was very much needed due to the uncertainties in his past appointment) in Abuja. That was the beginning of my deviation from good morals to unjustifiable woefulness. As it was for the five years of my mother’s