MY STORY(PART 1)

Today I want to talk about myself, my struggles, my fears, my life in a way I called a little biography.......

                                 EARLY LIFE
        November 22 1989 was the day I cried the cry of freedom from the womb of my mama.  I cried for a long time because its like I knew where I came.
         I was loved by all and they call me EZEOMONY with a surname of THEOPHILUS.  It was at Braidwight Memorial Hospital (BMH) and the atmosphere was awesome as I was told because my dad was really in search of another male child as he has gotten two female children after the first male. 
           We left the hospital after much jubilation to join yet another at home at No. 162 Marine Base PH. as the party continued but this one is was called ''OWOWO" in this part of the country.  It is a ceremony that is been done to welcome a new baby, powder is been rubbed by all at all part of the body because powder represents gentility and peace.
           I got buddies that welcomed me with open arms not that I was the cutest baby but it was because I was what they expected.  I got my own little bed on my mama's bed.  
            After some few months my dad and mum started having issues as I was told by my elder Sis,  they said the cause of the quarel they knew not, the problem started to grow I was just a suckling baby and my mama's breast was the only problem I had. 
            At the verge of me to stop to be breast fed my mum left the house without the knowledge of my dad leaving me lying on the bed with jst my elder Sis as a company until my dad returned from work.  My dad was so frustrated that he had to cry as accounted by my Sis,  he cried and searched but my mum was nowhere to be found, he was left with the fate of taking care of me and to the glory of God with the never tiring effort of my Sis here I am a grown man ready for elementary school.