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I am a bloody-vincentian; no apologies! One of our usual Vincentians Youth meetings, I saw this guy Nelson, dark complexion, tall, well-dressed (that's usually my first attraction to the opposite sex), sitted adjacent-right behind me. I can't remember how many times I turned my neck sideways to steal some gazes, my heart was pounding, I wanted to see if he noticed me, my hopes were and I wished he would find me attractive enough to return the gaze. Few times when I turned, our both eyes would jam and I will turn away shyly. Soon I was called upon to make a presentation, about an event I was planning then. Do you guys remember my adverts on Facebook last year about a Social Media talkshow? Aha! That was the period. So I got up and went to make my presentation, when I was trying to get up, I was praying he wouldn't notice my difficulty getting up as a result of Muscular Dystrophy because so many guys who were interested in me lose interest the moment they discover my phy...

Come-on! Are you proud of who you are?  Have you ever had low self-esteem? What is your personality like? Please don't feel ashamed to admit it. As a child, I used to be ashamed of who I was, I thought I wasn't beautiful enough and my eldest brother even contributed to it. He made me felt like my legs were not hot!  Whenever he sits close to me,  he would grab the upper part of my legs, hit it,  shake it and call it Mba Ji (Yam-legs), because of that, I disliked short-skirts, I hardly wore a short skirt/gown, I made sure my legs were always covered so that people wouldn't notice the legs that my brothers called yam. Sometimes I would press it so hard to see if the yam part will disappear, but it never worked, I even had to ask my Dad one-day if I had a Yam-leg, and my dad said No, that my legs were beautifully created by God.  I reported my eldest brother to him and my dad cautioned him and pampered me not to mind him.

Do you know how many times I fall down sometimes on my way to work? And I'm unable to get up by myself till someone comes to help me? Guess what? When I'm lifted up, I don't go back home. I keep matching to work. When I get there, I'm all full of smiles, no one gets to understand what has happened to me, except I decide to share it. Sometimes, when I look at myself, I wonder why God chose me to bear such a burden. The only girl in a family of 9. Everyone is physically fit an d strong except me. But I will tell you something: I have never relented in my struggle, I'm one of the strongest in heart. I'm brave! I'm creative, I'm full of ideas. I love hardwork! And I believe strongly that this challenge I have is what will make me great. I believe in myself and I believe in my creator. GRADUALLY, YOU WILL LEARN MY STORY... To watch videos of my challenge, please click on this link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCicgo2A_fu2_DdOJsXLSeOw . (Pleas...

CHAPTER ONE INTRODUCTION It is not funny at all to be mocked or laughed at over a defect that isn't your fault most especially when you have no power to control or change it. people often believe that once you have a physical challenge then automatically you are of no use.They either render pity to you or show disgust whenever they are around you. But the point everyone should never forget is that "no one is irrelevant. In my own case, it was more difficult to handle because people who have seen my gait considers me as a lady who cat-walks in an ugly manner and they usually made fun of me. Sometimes, I have to hide myself at home or anywhere secretive just so that no one would see me and make fun of me. When I am forced to go to the market, I get a lot of gazes and side-comments from passers-by while some people would not mind to let me notice their unfriendly gestures. When all these happen, I can't help but let the tears out and then I would gently wipe my face wit...