Just when I thought that it may be possible to live in my dad’s house whilst working, my mum takes a belt and flogs me at age thirty.

Whenever I got tired of weeping, running away was my biggest desire as I kept longing for was a place of peace and solitude.

I’m not here to detail the accounts of growing up with Sickle cell Disease because I know that majority of you reading this story know what obtains, rather I’m here to detail the account of the pain I felt of being viewed as an outcast by my siblings and my parents. 

Sometimes when one suffers untold rejection it could cause them to turn their anger inwards