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SAY NO TO SUICIDE.
Written by Wanjiku . C . Peter
Dedication : To anybody who feels like all it's over know that life will never be smooth , all that is needed is patience and trusting the process because what I have learnt so far after all that has happened to me and people around . TAKE IT EASY.
There comes a time when we all feel like the world is just cruel and that there is no space for some of us due to what we go through in our daily lives and I think life is just like that and as for we human beings we have to just accept and learn to balance life with both sides which is -ve & +ve.
Call me Jade the only child of my parents who are both at their 30's and busy with their lives .
I am a senior highschooler at one of the best schools in Kenya where my parents brought me to keep me busy.
Today is Wednesday club's day and since I haven't figured what I want to be in life because my parents always controlled my every move starting from careers, food, school etc am just sitting under a tree reading "Through my African Eyes" by Jeff Koinange and everybody else is busy with what they love doing most e.g journalism club , wildlife club etc .
Growing up hasn't been easy my father left me when I was a little girl and my mom remarried and since then life hasn't been easy it's been a real nightmare . Nobody cares about me it was about them and there job I only had an opportunity to meet with them when I did wrong ( beating)or when they wanted to scolding me about something.
I grew up hating my step father because he never talked to me nor took any responsibility of me he always treated me as an outsider or when he was home I was invisible to him.
I grew up yearning for attention everywhere I went and that made me get hurt alot....I never had best friends .
children at school used to talk about how they had great times with their daddies and I couldn't join them because I didn't have a story to tell so I also spent my primary life all alone or just studying when at home I got used to sleeping the whole day because my friends were not allowed to come visit me nor was I supposed to play or go out to visit them.
I really had a dull life.
But I kept fighting to breathe for me because no one really cared about me I tried running away from home several times after miserable beatings from my mother but at the end of it all I had to just go back . I didn't have anyone to run to nor somewhere to go and that made them see me so weak to treat me badly.
I remember I used to cry every single day and they wouldn't care nor try and give me food , I learnt the hard way am telling you.
I started regretting ever coming to this world that I eventually started having anger issues that I couldn't control you know as a kid growing up we were told to always respect our parents and I never judged them nor hate them but the problem was that I started hating myself and I would cut myself each time I was mad and I also had a cardboard where I used to stick nails and remove when I stopped being angry and I could assume those were the holes that were in my heart and if it really worked am sure my heart would be filled with holes everywhere .
After my primary schools I got average marks to secure me a good school but my parents bribed so that I could go somewhere far from them and so that they would make excuse to never come see me , I tried to refuse but they said it was final and there was no...
Written by Wanjiku . C . Peter
Dedication : To anybody who feels like all it's over know that life will never be smooth , all that is needed is patience and trusting the process because what I have learnt so far after all that has happened to me and people around . TAKE IT EASY.
There comes a time when we all feel like the world is just cruel and that there is no space for some of us due to what we go through in our daily lives and I think life is just like that and as for we human beings we have to just accept and learn to balance life with both sides which is -ve & +ve.
Call me Jade the only child of my parents who are both at their 30's and busy with their lives .
I am a senior highschooler at one of the best schools in Kenya where my parents brought me to keep me busy.
Today is Wednesday club's day and since I haven't figured what I want to be in life because my parents always controlled my every move starting from careers, food, school etc am just sitting under a tree reading "Through my African Eyes" by Jeff Koinange and everybody else is busy with what they love doing most e.g journalism club , wildlife club etc .
Growing up hasn't been easy my father left me when I was a little girl and my mom remarried and since then life hasn't been easy it's been a real nightmare . Nobody cares about me it was about them and there job I only had an opportunity to meet with them when I did wrong ( beating)or when they wanted to scolding me about something.
I grew up hating my step father because he never talked to me nor took any responsibility of me he always treated me as an outsider or when he was home I was invisible to him.
I grew up yearning for attention everywhere I went and that made me get hurt alot....I never had best friends .
children at school used to talk about how they had great times with their daddies and I couldn't join them because I didn't have a story to tell so I also spent my primary life all alone or just studying when at home I got used to sleeping the whole day because my friends were not allowed to come visit me nor was I supposed to play or go out to visit them.
I really had a dull life.
But I kept fighting to breathe for me because no one really cared about me I tried running away from home several times after miserable beatings from my mother but at the end of it all I had to just go back . I didn't have anyone to run to nor somewhere to go and that made them see me so weak to treat me badly.
I remember I used to cry every single day and they wouldn't care nor try and give me food , I learnt the hard way am telling you.
I started regretting ever coming to this world that I eventually started having anger issues that I couldn't control you know as a kid growing up we were told to always respect our parents and I never judged them nor hate them but the problem was that I started hating myself and I would cut myself each time I was mad and I also had a cardboard where I used to stick nails and remove when I stopped being angry and I could assume those were the holes that were in my heart and if it really worked am sure my heart would be filled with holes everywhere .
After my primary schools I got average marks to secure me a good school but my parents bribed so that I could go somewhere far from them and so that they would make excuse to never come see me , I tried to refuse but they said it was final and there was no...
