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Karma
I don't believe in Karma.
I know you would try to lecture me, but it is pointless...
If Karma existed, then tell me why my father is breathing fine and living his life to the fullest.
My father Mr. Alozi left us when I was barely 11.
I was 10 taking care of my mom and two younger siblings, I was 10 going from one shop to the other in search of a means of livelihood.
Mr. Alozi after discovering that his wife had leukemia, threw her out of his life with his three children.
I clocked 27 last month, and still poor, I stopped every form of education at the age of 10, my mother passed on to the afterlife, thankfully my two sisters are in school.
And my dad is still doing extremely good, he looked better than he was when I was a child. He has gotten himself one of the descendants of Eve, a very beautiful one at that, and two healthy-looking boys as sons...
Posting Family goals on social media and getting so much admiration from them.
The first time I saw my dad again was on social media, Instagram to be precise, looking all handsome in his pairs of Louis Vuitton.
I began stalking his social media to at least see if any form of misfortune would befall him for his evil deeds, but instead, he flourished the more.
During the festive season, he updated his social media, posted a picture of him and his family in matching pajamas, smiling beautifully beside the Christmas tree, while on the other hand, I was burying my mother.
So now tell me, does karma exist!?
I always had to ponder on why he had to treat my mother that way...
He had the money to make her well again, but he decided to make her suffer, not just her, Including his children.
Now he has the "father of the year award"...
His boys are always posting "Best dad" on their social media.
How do I tell people that this man is my father, and he abandoned us?
I grew up too soon, I experienced life in different shades...
I was ripped off my innocence before I was sixteen.
I worked in a restaurant as a sales boy when I was fifteen, we had lots of customers going in and out of the restaurant, I was the youngest of all the workers there.
My madam would always have her way with me each time I came to collect my salary from her, I groaned in pain while she moaned with Joy.
There were times I thought of committing suicide, but the thought of my mom and sisters always prevented me from doing that, I never wanted my sister to go through what I went through, I didn't want them to think you can sex your way through anything the way I did, so I strived to be both an elder brother and the father they never had.
Mr. Alozi for once has never bothered to know if we are still alive or dead, all he cares about now is his new family.
I came across his wife last week, and she had a baby on the way...
"Yet another blessing for him"
I thought with a sigh.
I began to nurse ill-thought against his wife, first I thought she would have a miscarriage, yet again another baby might come...
Then I wished she would die while childbirth, but then again, he would replace her with someone else...
I thought of all the things that would cause him heartbreak but found none.
However, I felt guilty about having ill thoughts about someone who had nothing to do with me, so I wished her a safe delivery.
A few days ago, my younger sister Abigail fell sick and was admitted to the hospital.
She needed a blood transfusion, both I and my sis were not a match, the only option I had left was to meet my father, the man who abandoned my sisters and me, to beg to save my sister's life.
And you said karma existed!
I went to beg the father of my siblings to help save his daughter's life.
Luckily for me, he agreed to be tested, and unfortunately for him, he wasn't a match...
Perhaps my late mother was.
My father, however, paid for the bills and blood-bought.
What I have always wished for happened recently, my dad got admitted into the hospital, and it was critical, I thought I would be so happy seeing him in pain but I wasn't.
He was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, I have never heard of it until he was diagnosed with it.
And learned it was hereditary, I feared for myself and my siblings if one of us had it in us, it is an inherited disease that damages the lungs.
I went further to inquire about the disease and discovered that it leads to infertility in men, but my father has five children and a fetus.
When my father heard of this, he had a heart attack, he demanded a DNA test.
And they all came negative.
I wasn't my father's son, nor my siblings or step-siblings...
My father cannot impregnate a woman...
I do not know who my father is, after this sad news, he sent his wife packing for deceiving him all this while...
I wanted to ask so many questions but there was no one to ask, I thought my mom was a saint, but she, however, betrayed my father.
Was it karma on her side, dying a lonely and painful death?
Or was it karma paying my dad for abandoning innocent children?
So tell me
How is karma real?
© Joyce Godswill
I know you would try to lecture me, but it is pointless...
If Karma existed, then tell me why my father is breathing fine and living his life to the fullest.
My father Mr. Alozi left us when I was barely 11.
I was 10 taking care of my mom and two younger siblings, I was 10 going from one shop to the other in search of a means of livelihood.
Mr. Alozi after discovering that his wife had leukemia, threw her out of his life with his three children.
I clocked 27 last month, and still poor, I stopped every form of education at the age of 10, my mother passed on to the afterlife, thankfully my two sisters are in school.
And my dad is still doing extremely good, he looked better than he was when I was a child. He has gotten himself one of the descendants of Eve, a very beautiful one at that, and two healthy-looking boys as sons...
Posting Family goals on social media and getting so much admiration from them.
The first time I saw my dad again was on social media, Instagram to be precise, looking all handsome in his pairs of Louis Vuitton.
I began stalking his social media to at least see if any form of misfortune would befall him for his evil deeds, but instead, he flourished the more.
During the festive season, he updated his social media, posted a picture of him and his family in matching pajamas, smiling beautifully beside the Christmas tree, while on the other hand, I was burying my mother.
So now tell me, does karma exist!?
I always had to ponder on why he had to treat my mother that way...
He had the money to make her well again, but he decided to make her suffer, not just her, Including his children.
Now he has the "father of the year award"...
His boys are always posting "Best dad" on their social media.
How do I tell people that this man is my father, and he abandoned us?
I grew up too soon, I experienced life in different shades...
I was ripped off my innocence before I was sixteen.
I worked in a restaurant as a sales boy when I was fifteen, we had lots of customers going in and out of the restaurant, I was the youngest of all the workers there.
My madam would always have her way with me each time I came to collect my salary from her, I groaned in pain while she moaned with Joy.
There were times I thought of committing suicide, but the thought of my mom and sisters always prevented me from doing that, I never wanted my sister to go through what I went through, I didn't want them to think you can sex your way through anything the way I did, so I strived to be both an elder brother and the father they never had.
Mr. Alozi for once has never bothered to know if we are still alive or dead, all he cares about now is his new family.
I came across his wife last week, and she had a baby on the way...
"Yet another blessing for him"
I thought with a sigh.
I began to nurse ill-thought against his wife, first I thought she would have a miscarriage, yet again another baby might come...
Then I wished she would die while childbirth, but then again, he would replace her with someone else...
I thought of all the things that would cause him heartbreak but found none.
However, I felt guilty about having ill thoughts about someone who had nothing to do with me, so I wished her a safe delivery.
A few days ago, my younger sister Abigail fell sick and was admitted to the hospital.
She needed a blood transfusion, both I and my sis were not a match, the only option I had left was to meet my father, the man who abandoned my sisters and me, to beg to save my sister's life.
And you said karma existed!
I went to beg the father of my siblings to help save his daughter's life.
Luckily for me, he agreed to be tested, and unfortunately for him, he wasn't a match...
Perhaps my late mother was.
My father, however, paid for the bills and blood-bought.
What I have always wished for happened recently, my dad got admitted into the hospital, and it was critical, I thought I would be so happy seeing him in pain but I wasn't.
He was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, I have never heard of it until he was diagnosed with it.
And learned it was hereditary, I feared for myself and my siblings if one of us had it in us, it is an inherited disease that damages the lungs.
I went further to inquire about the disease and discovered that it leads to infertility in men, but my father has five children and a fetus.
When my father heard of this, he had a heart attack, he demanded a DNA test.
And they all came negative.
I wasn't my father's son, nor my siblings or step-siblings...
My father cannot impregnate a woman...
I do not know who my father is, after this sad news, he sent his wife packing for deceiving him all this while...
I wanted to ask so many questions but there was no one to ask, I thought my mom was a saint, but she, however, betrayed my father.
Was it karma on her side, dying a lonely and painful death?
Or was it karma paying my dad for abandoning innocent children?
So tell me
How is karma real?
© Joyce Godswill
