My grandmother was a praying woman, taught me how to pray at a very young age.
This image above, was at the wall at my grandmothers house i remember her teaching me how to read it. I always find my strength in that image.
I remember when I was not in the adolescent stage anymore when reality hit me, if i loose my grandmother would literally loose everything. I started praying, and my prayer was getting stronger and stronger everyday. Asking God to bless my grandmother with many more years so i can be able to make her proud.
I disappointed her and dropped out of school and later decided to mend my ways and go back to college, but “it was too late”.
She passed away while i was doing my last year at college, i was broken. It was 2014 ,remember sitting right in the middle of my…
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