The reflection of my hardest time and the new reunion of friends.

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Life is a stage, and many say it is a comedy. Life is a like a growing baby. That we all have to one day sit back a count our success, failure and strongest experience in it.

Each time I have a reflection of this, tears of joy roll down my eyes. Because being able to feed an own a home of our wasn't in the picture, due to the hardship and situation of how things were rough.

It is a miracle. I feel I don't deserve my position, sometimes I feel life, just decided to favour me. Every so often. I wonder how I got to where I am. All these questions read through my mind during my quiet times.

If not for God, what would have been me today. Looking back at the rough times. How the streets turned everyone into, different definitions my myself.

Running from pillars to post seeking for Jobs, after graduation, writing too many applications; with just one single clothe.

How my denying table turned around, that and perpetual empty denying, is something that worth having a deep reflection about.

Life is too mysterious. If remember how I and my family, was known earmarked as the poorest and mock in the community after the sudden fire outbreak and downtimes.

But today the comparison is a great story. Today's achievement is greater than the lost fortunes. It is a mouth watering worth reflection that worth the time I am sitting back to write this story.

If there were any family's story that would have won the award of the poorest in my community, believe you me. My family was in that position. After my parents lost their business into the hands of a wildfire outbreak on the 1st of August 2006.

From then life becomes too difficult, even to eat become a problem. My older siblings and I resulted into carrying out minor community farm work for the then well doing people just to make sure we support the family and pay our school bills.

No Uncle, nor Aunty, was ready to help. They all desert, even the ones who lived with us, that my parents sponsored their bills and education all left and for sack us.

There was no one to run to. The only hope then was the unity between me and my older siblings to make sure we do anything positively to rob off the dust off our face by putting more than our efforts into work.

We did all sorts of minor jobs to get favour from people, if anyone would just consider helping us; even if one person at of the three young men, at least that would help the family a little.

But no one did. The most painful part of this reflective story, is the part that my Uncle was part of this heartless people.

Who my Dad raised after the death of their father, with his salaries to see him through the University, refused to help.

My Dad raised him, while we were still in secondary school before he could start raising his children in the University, denied us a helping hand in the time of hardest needs of our lives.

People from mum's family who frequent our home, when things were well, all denied us, and denied our friendship. Honesty, it happened like a magic, that my parents had to invest all the money they had in that business, both at home and in the bank without knowing what was before them.

I and my siblings, parents, we all went through hail. If there was a negative gen, most likely the ills would have left the cage. That was how terrible it was, but God gave us the boldness to continue.

Today, like they say, he that laugh last laugh the best. The same people who couldn't help us, our all passing through hell in different fate.

People say that the rich associates with the rich and the wealthy clicks with the wealthy. At this point, all of those are now history. By God's grace, we can't suffer that way again.

Life better, only that my parents, are not allowed to run their business, we stop them. It is time to rip the fruit of their labour. Do you know that we now have many friends again?

Do you know my Uncles and children are the first to send new month wish to me and my parents these days?

If we had all died of hunger, starvation, or lay our hands on people's properties as result of hunger and frustrations. How, I don't think we would have been lucky to survive the wrought, that was how tough it were.

I don't think these reunions family members would have standby us. And today, late at night, I woke up from my sleep. I was just reflecting on the past and the present.

Every so often, like the last night; I reflect how life could be so filled of weakness. Which its philosophical meaning is beyond my comprehension, expectations and experience.

What would have been of us today; in all, I am made to realise that patient is the key. It was rough and tough at the same time. But today, I don't see what could take us back to such situations. Even if there is another adventure of a fire outbreak, the story, and narrative can never be so aggressive.

I can't be that bad anymore. But if we were caught stealing, do you think these people would have stood by us or understand our situation?

It is wise to continue helping the set of family members? My siblings are worried; they called me yesterday and said that they are backing out in every sort of help that they should give to these family members.

They have adverse me optional to do the same. As of this morning, one of my Uncle's son has called me, to request for school fees, the school tuition his father refused to extend a good will and Uncle love to me and my family.

With a deep reflection of all these issues, do you adverse me to help him? My two other brothers and my beautiful sister; have raised one of this Uncles' son throughout his secondary school. Honesty, my Uncle is passing through the same hell now.

My elder brother is likely to send him home to his parents today. He vows never to help him go through the University. We have what it takes to raise him to any level of education he wished to attend.

But In my brother's words, they're saying, let them test the stress and succeed just as we all did. And my sister are already sending ones living with them back to their parents since they are all done with their secondary schools because life was tough, but God has robbed off that shame away.

All of those issues, but suppose my brother, who needs just fifty thousand for his project in the school, didn't go working for a minor Job such as weeding graces in people's farmland.

To earn money so that he can clear his outstanding school dues. My immediate brother and I had gathered some money then from the same means. So we pulled the money together to assist him, since he was ahead of us because my parents were facing a real time red flag.

So that he wouldn't droop out of school while all are relatives were enjoying. If he has dropped out of school at that point, it wouldn't have been easy for him. He is so intelligent to had suffered that at his finals.

What would have become of him and the feature now. Life is too deep, it is so painful to how heartless people treat others with too many wrongs and think, by just saying I am sorry, that these persons will just let it go. Many times sorry doesn't lead to forgiveness. More specially in a cases of this nature.

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