BROKEN

When she was 19, her father abandoned her, her mum and three siblings... Prior tho the abandonment, her mother was a full housewife. You could imagine the trauma they had to go through... She was broken!

When he was 17, he experienced an emotional breakdown 'cos his once happy home turned sour. His education came to an hault. He couldn't maximize his talent well... He was broken!

I know of a three years old kid, who is a victim of a broken home. He had to go live with an uncle. The uncle made him go through hell from such an early age!

Now, the 19 years old is now 22. She's in her finals in the university. She's still struggling and enduring the pains. But, she has achieved alot despite the situation around her. She has travelled the world through books. She has bagged so many degrees through online courses. She's now being defined strong, by many. She chose not to be a broken soul 'cos she came from a broken home.
She chose to stay STRONG, not BROKEN
She chose to stay FIRM, not BROKEN
She chose to stay AGILE,  not BROKEN!

Now, the 17 years old is now 20. He's maximizing his talent. He's toiling the earth to the core, just to make ends meet for the family. He's working on achieving great feats. He's working on adding so many feathers to his cap. He's got so many degrees through online courses. He's exposed and vast. He bleeds when he writes!!!!
He chose to be STRONG, not broken.
He chose to pick up his broken pieces, and promised not to be ever broken!

To the 3years old, I do not know what has become of him. I do not know what he's currently going through. Will he scale through the hurdles? 
Well, I believe he'll chose to be STRONG, not BROKEN! 

BROKEN HOMES SHOULDN'T BEGET BROKEN SOULS. IF YOU'RE A VICTIM, CHOSE TO BE STRONG!  IF YOU KNOW ONE, TELL THEM TO STAY STRONG!

CHOSE TO BE STRONG, NOT BROKEN!!!!

             ©ZAINAB MOTUNRAYO KAREEM
                       ( RAYO)

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