My childhood was a very bittersweet experience for I and my siblings. I grew up in a polygamous home , my mother was a religious finatic, which always makes me wonder how she ended up being a second wife to my father, a very polygamous man in nature.
My mother birthed 5 kids with me being the 5th child, I lost my father at the age of 5, I remember my mother crying bitterly, rolling on the bare floor , refusing to be comforted by families and friends who gathered in our compound to sympathize with us. Me being just 5yrs old at the time didn't really know the gravity of what had just happened, little did I know what is to come...