User:Marqwest1/sandbox

Www.facebook.com In 1996 on Wednesday, I lost my father Zoganhin Daasi in a fatal motor vehicle accident, hence the progressive succession of education became a big challenges for my mother and elder brothers, I moved out of the house began seeking for greener pastures I saw a friend on the street and I became so close to him I started living with him and his mother his name is Christian Oloukou, I stayed with them for several years completed my primary school education from primary two (2) to primary six (6), my friend's mother sponsored my primary education due to lack of funds from my mother side, my friend's mother encouraged me because I was so brilliant to be wasted she said I can stay with her if I'm ready to do everything she could ask me to do and I said no problems I would do everything, then everything went well I began to excel in my academic field not until I reached my secondary school (college) is called in french, I passed out in first year then second year I repeated the class due to lack funds, unable to pay examination fee and I was sent home I was not the only person we were many, and I began looking for money and no one to help even my elder brothers could not raise funds for me my younger one Emile was still in primary school struggling for his own school fees which been paid by my elder brothers, at period of time I lost hope that I couldn't complete my academic I began to look for farm work to do in order to make some money, but along the lines I couldn't complete the examination fee so I failed the class and I repeated the class 5th, I started as fresh but the school fees was a problem, during these time my uncle who based in Lagos, Nigeria, his children visited the village for a program then my mother and my elder brothers met with them and they discussed how they can help my mother with the two last born which is Emile and I, they decided to take my younger brother Emile along when they were returning to Lagos, so my younger brother was in Lagos before me, it was later the following year 2003 I enter Lagos and brother was in Lagos in year 2002, I came to Lagos in January 2003 I met my Aunt Yeside in her shop at Iponri under bridge with her children Adebowale and Olumide Makanjuola, they were all looking at me as a stranger we have never met before,they entertained me and brother, even come to Nigeria is not easy because my elder brother Phidias ( Yao) and I do not understand English but French and our native dialect (Fon) we traversed the border with those thugs seeking for whom they will devour collected uncalculated amount of money and material things from us, and even fought with my elder brother with heavy slaps at his face, but at the end we have one of our relative who is an immigration officer who is working for both nations, we got in after all, I first all stayed in Yaba Onikẹ Iwaya, with mama Ayo who used me to work for her for three months, and Aunt was collecting money from the very woman my staying there it's for her to sponsor my going to school but nothing happened after three months, I only saw my younger brother once since I came Lagos, on March 19th Saturday mama Ayo told me to dress up that we were going out I taught it's as usual she took me to my Aunt Yeside's house at number 4 Imoru street, Mushin, Lagos, unknown to me I have lost my only younger brother which was caused by uncompleted upstairs building beside 4 Imoru street, rain fell heavily that day which makes the uncompleted building to collapsed to next compound which is number 4 where my brother is staying with when they finished eating and he wanted to wash the plates they used for the food and cooking so unfortunately the collapsing building landed on my younger brother Aunt Biodun was there trying to drag my younger brother it was too late she even sustained injuries and traumatized on that fateful day I cried uncontrollably after then I was hopeless and confused will to go back to my hood (village) but the spirit told not to bother l decided to stay back, Aunt Yeside got angry due to the issues on dead of my younger brother she said I should be going back to my base and her mother refused to let me to go back she asked me to stay back that she would make sure I go back to school and actually did it before she gave up the ghost due to unusual illnesses, grandma so kind stood by me, taught me so many things took me to church I was taught on how to read the Bible by the same grandma, she was a wonderful woman just like my mother she fought her children just because of me. I started schooling from JSS3 in welfare's college at Ọlálékan street, due funds I couldn't complete to SSS1 following year I stayed at home again from I started learning tailoring the following year at nearby tailoring shop who is into production of T-Shirt and Polo shirt and English wears and Native wears too, I got within one week I started operating machines weaving t-shirt and among others, after grandma died my Aunt refused me to go for the tailoring again that I will soon start school, they tried for to enter public school but it didn't work out I stayed home for another one year, Aunt Biodun decided on her own to help me she took school close to where we just packed to which 3 Olajide street off Liasu Road Ikotun, the school name is Johan College, I started from SSS1 that was from 2007 and I passed out successfully in 2009 with my WAEC results.