In the quiet corners of a forgotten town, my story unfolded against the backdrop of adversity. Conceived in the midst of turmoil, my entrance into the world was marked by the haunting specter of abortion. However, fate had other plans for me, I emerged into a life overshadowed by rumors and prejudice.
Raised in the narrow alleys of judgment, my childhood was painted with whispers of negative comments and influence that clung to me from birth. My mother, a woman weathered by life's storms, made the courageous choice to bring me into a world that seemed eager to reject me. The small, worn-out house we called home echoed with the weight of secrets and unspoken pain.
As I navigated the tumultuous terrain of childhood, the label of a "demon child" became a relentless companion. Bruised and battered by the fists of ignorance, I carried the physical and emotional scars of a society quick to condemn. But through it all, I found solace in the enduring love of my mother and grandmother, love that served as an anchor in the storm.
School, however, became an arena where the cruel echoes of society intensified.
Branded as a "houseboy""stupid" and "useless," my life journey was marred by the sharp edges of ridicule.
Yet, within the confines of my humble room, I found refuge in my unwavering faith. God, a silent ally in my darkest hours, became the source of strength that allowed me to endure. Accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior in my teens was my sure bet.
The narrative of my life transformed as I transcended the expectations thrust upon me. My mother, an unsung hero in the tale of resilience, stood by me with unwavering support. Together, we faced the storms that raged outside our sanctuary, finding strength in the unbreakable bond forged through hardship.
As I grew, so did my determination to prove that I was more than the sum of society's judgments. Despite the scars, physical and emotional, I pressed on. My struggles became stepping stones rather than stumbling blocks, as I discovered the power of perseverance. The town that had once whispered of demons soon witnessed the emergence of a young man who defied the odds.
Through the lens of faith, my life journey became a testament to the transformative power of resilience. The scars that once defined me became a canvas upon which I painted a story of triumph. In a world quick to discard, I have become a beacon of inspiration for those who faced similar battles.
The small town, once steeped in prejudice, found redemption in my story. I have become a symbol of the strength that arises from unwavering faith, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. I, once deemed a burden, had become a source of hope and inspiration, proving that even in the harshest circumstances, the faithful heart can triumph over the darkest shadows.
John Benjamin Eshun
On the occasion of my 40th Birthday.
Principal - Cambridge O level
Ghana Christian International High School
Author / Poet / Inspirational Blogger / Preacher / Teacher / Trainer
Happy birthday JB! Our future president! You are indeed a source of hope to many, including me. You rekindled my faith in God some13years ago, and you have always being a good Shepherd🚶🐏🐏🐏. Keep soaring higher!
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