This is a memoir of my early childhood growing up in a remote and poor Nigerian village.
Indeed, life is about the things that happen to us as much as it is about the use we make of them.. as a 501c3 non-profit, the Divine Mercy International Widows and Orphans Organization (DMIWOO) is opening a 150-bed capacity medical center in my remote village of Obike.
Today, ten years after incorporation in the U.
S.
When I became a priest, I started a ministry to support women like her and orphans like me.
What kind of son would she have loved for me to become? This introspective quest led to the person I am now.
I imagined myself through my mother\'s eyes.
Ironically, the very adversity which had been cause for paralyzing emptiness, became motivation for my rebound.
It nearly tore me apart.
I hated school, avoided people, and suffered in silence.
This anguish was undeniably connected to the absence of my mother.
I experienced anger, shame, loneliness, misery, rebellion, sorrow and grief.
My journey to adolescence was marked by loneliness and hardship.
Moved from one foster home to another, I found love in some, indifference in others.
My mother died when I was only 13 months old, leaving me exposed to a life without her nurturing and protective care.
This is a memoir of my early childhood growing up in a remote and poor Nigerian village
