I grew up poor, My dad had me and 3 other kids all in one year. He never cared about me though and I was his first daughter. When mom passed on when I was 25 years old, my dad came to the funeral but he never contributed any money, not even 1 penny. For as long as I can remember, my goal always was to prove him wrong about me. You see, in my village, the highest achievement a girl can achieve is all about who’s son you marry. In most cases, that son will impregnate you and marry someone else from another village. That was probably what my dad was expecting from me.

I always dreamed of being successful. From as young as 10 years old, my thoughts were always preoccupied with becoming very successful and proving him wrong about my worth. I would be owning better cars, a better house, and marrying a better man than him. And for some reason, I managed to get into a better high school even though my mom could not afford it. I ended up studying for free while staying in the boarding facilities. That had nothing to do with my results because my results were extremely poor.

Then things took a huge turn in my metric, my final year in high school. I got 2 distinctions and scored really high in math so I was immediately admitted to a good University. However, I had no money for registration. My mom could not afford it. When I asked my dad for registration money, he told me that he had just bought a new house and a new car and that my school fees had not been in his budget. Those words hit home and fueled me with an even bigger drive to become successful. All I wanted in life was to be successful so that I could prove him wrong.

On the last day of registration, I went straight to the head of admin for the University and told him my story. He wrote me a letter and I got registered without even having to pay a cent. His only request was that I study hard and not mess up the opportunity. I stayed in residence and got all my textbooks through the varsity free vouchers. I also had my meal card paid for.

When I finally completed my degree, I was so proud. I was the first person in my family to go to University, the first to buy a car, and definitely the first to buy a house.

On my 27th birthday, I called my dad to ask him why he never cared about me. I also asked him if he knew how successful I was. His response was that I was an unplanned child. That tore me apart. After that, I stopped caring, I deleted his numbers and all his family members and I moved on. But what I didn’t realize was that he had actually been the fuel behind who I was. When I gave up on that, I gave up on good thoughts. I stopped thinking positively, I had no motivation. And that was when everything fell apart.

That lasted for 2 years until I read The Secret and finally understood why things turned out the way they had from when I was young and up until now.
After re-reading the book multiple times, I started changing my thought process. Instead of focusing on proving anyone wrong, I started focusing on being a better person. A better me.

I now have 3 high paying jobs that are all within my profession, and I work from home. I get calls every day from companies asking for my services. I am at the point where I am turning down offers because it is too much work to handle.

Thank you!

Sorry for such a long post. my next story will focus on my current life.