(Don’t worry this isn’t a scam all of my information came from a good friend of mine)
You think your whole world is normal or think your whole world could be upside down just one tiny little thing. Yet what happens if your just 8 or 5 years old witnessing your parents get murdered on your door step? That’s what happened to these two brothers who’s whole world just turned upside down.
The eldest brother didn’t have time to think about what happened; it was what’s going to happen next if the murders found them, and where they going to be killed too. He had to get his brother out of the most dangerous and frightening place.
Taiya is 8 years old and his brother Kehinda is now 6 years old. These two brave heroes who kept each other alive; from witnessing their family in a community fight to their family home burnt to the ground. At the time that this was happening Taiya was at 8 years old and Kehinda was 5 years old; Taiya has to persuade his younger brother to come with him because it was no longer safe for them to be there anymore, but also Taiya was also the only living family he had left that could protect him and find somewhere to live to be safe from any danger that may come their way.
One day Taiya had seen an on coming van that was going to Asba; as it had stopped they sneaked onto the bus without being caught, as they had arrived at Asba and sneaking off the van.
They tried to ask people for help. However they just completely ignored them and carried on doing their daily chores; despite how hard Taiya and Kehinda’s hard work in asking for people’s help, they were drawing to hunger and tired by that stage but weren’t given up. Yet a friendly and kind gentleman of whom had been watching them for awhile had came up to Taiya; explained that he had thought he was doing a marvellous job of looking after his brother, even if they both witnessed a horrific murder and coming all this way to get help.
The gentleman explained that it was his turn to look after them because he knew a place that they can stay as long as they want, along the way he explained that Ofuobi Foundation Home is for children who are in need and they can both stay together as one family unit along with meeting with new people. Taiya can also can be himself and grieve along side with his brother with the support and care that the foundation gives out.
They stay in contact with the friendly gentlemen who had helped them; I believe that they wanted to give something back to him, by showing him that they can grow up as two fine handsome men. Getting their story out there to share with the world what they had to endure as young children; from one nice civilian that they came across, they want to try the world who may help even more by donating no matter how much they can afford.
In aid of helping like Taiya and Kehinda is by helping by donating no matter how much to Ruffles Care Bear who is the mascot of this blog who loves to looking after children to make them feel better.
Welcome to Wednesday Evening Post 2018! First one of the year. Didn’t actually realise how tired I am after drinking a cider can’t even remember what it was now but it was my favourite anyways. No I’m not drunk. So don’t ask a stupid question I’m just tired that’s all.
This year I rather not get a new year resolution or resolutions because they never seem to stick or anything plus I forget or they break in day one. So what’s the point in making goals if they aren’t going to work. Goals on the other hand I think I can stick to those quite easily if you ask me.
Goals of 2018
- Save as much money as possible
- Work on my blogging and writing throughout the year
- Be as positive as I can be
- Over come things that I thought I never could
- Prove to myself that I can do things for myself
- Be able to achieve a successful writer (on going goal since between 5-7 year old kid.)
- Keep on proving my dyslexia with my writing (have come along way since school) given up on maths.
That’s about it to be honest. Sorry I just went straight into it because I know I’ll start talking jibberish and not get anywhere. I am now going to say good night as I’m starting to fall asleep now. Good night.
Dairy Entries Online……are they true are they not you decide.
Dear Haters/Social Media/Press/Exs
I really don’t like your little games because it ruins my life; hackers, all the lies and self control over people even when your not around me anymore. Don’t act like your on a tilted stage because you can’t get what you want; the role that you made me play, making me out as the fool and a bad person. This is why I don’t like you and I don’t like your perfect crime. The way you laugh as you lied about everything especially when you say who you really are but actually it’s not; it isn’t cool and I do not like you one single bit.
Yet now I’m taking control; I’m breaking these chains because I’m getting smarter and starting to get harder in the nick of time, the fact that I rose up from the dead hiding from my fear. I have a list of names and guess what all of you are in red, in capitals and underlined. I don’t check it just once but I check it twice to make sure.
Look what you made me do. I’ve deleted all of my social media apps because I’m living in fear of being hunted or talking to hackers. Look what you just made me do. Thank you for making me realise how much your complete arse holes who have no lives; just want to ruin other people’s lives guess what you just ruined mine but I’m not going to let it happen no more. So look what you just made me do I’m going to fight back and when my love of my life back.
Look what you made me do as now I’m fighting back as I don’t like your kingdom keys anymore; they once belonged to me but now I threw my key of all keys away, only one person has my special key and no one else can have it. The world moves on, another day, another drama; but for me I hope karma comes back round and bite your arse one day.
I don’t trust nobody unless they are really close to me; guess what I know what I’ll be is an actress staring in your bad dreams, because you know why. This is what you ruined, you won’t be getting me back either way because I’m going to take control of my life. I’m with someone else and I know that they are right for me.
So here’s my message for all you haters, hackers, press and Ex’s:
“I’m sorry. The old me can’t come to the phone right now.”
“Oh. Didn’t you know. The old me is dead. You killed her.”