The Lost Child
His words kept ringing in my ears. The message was just half absorbed when I realized the magnitude of what I had done .It seemed like yesterday when I answered daddy back .Now, in the eyes of my family ,in the eyes of society even in my own eyes. I was a misfit ,doomed to be goner .Tears welled in my eyes as the words were recalled, ‘Child, you have taken the wrong path .You are lost
Here I was just 17, an age when teenagers were just being exposed to the realities of adulthood and I had thrown my life away wasted the love showered on me, and taken a path I would forever regret.
But just 24 months ago, they were the best friends one could have. It seemed that fun was alright. Everything we did was fun. Hell-riding when shadows were long,maki8ng video arcades my home ,whishing at girls…..My parent’s advice fell on deaf ears. Books and studies were my prime enemy. ’Freedom’, those friends or mine called it so engrossed was I, basking in my world of ‘freedom’, that I failed to see the walls of justice closing in on me .Late night developed into early mornings, sometimes I would not go home at all and then they introduced cigarettes .My voice of conscience was buried beneath the promise of more ‘freedom’.
I saw less and less of my family I only went home for meals. Quarrels was the only form of communication. It was then that I was introduced to stealing .It was fun initially, like everything else I did, fun of cause it was challenging. But my hands soon become light and longer. I realized I did not need my family anymore, all those meaningless admonishments ,those baseless advice and they thing they called love and security .
So I ran away from home, cutting all ties with my relatives and dropped out from school. I was now a professional in stealing.
My life slowly rose in comfort, built on a house of cards. I could get as much as $100 a day. One day ,I was caught stealing .I know this day would come ,in fact I longed for it. Now, I could show my gang who was
Here I was just 17, an age when teenagers were just being exposed to the realities of adulthood and I had thrown my life away wasted the love showered on me, and taken a path I would forever regret.
But just 24 months ago, they were the best friends one could have. It seemed that fun was alright. Everything we did was fun. Hell-riding when shadows were long,maki8ng video arcades my home ,whishing at girls…..My parent’s advice fell on deaf ears. Books and studies were my prime enemy. ’Freedom’, those friends or mine called it so engrossed was I, basking in my world of ‘freedom’, that I failed to see the walls of justice closing in on me .Late night developed into early mornings, sometimes I would not go home at all and then they introduced cigarettes .My voice of conscience was buried beneath the promise of more ‘freedom’.
I saw less and less of my family I only went home for meals. Quarrels was the only form of communication. It was then that I was introduced to stealing .It was fun initially, like everything else I did, fun of cause it was challenging. But my hands soon become light and longer. I realized I did not need my family anymore, all those meaningless admonishments ,those baseless advice and they thing they called love and security .
So I ran away from home, cutting all ties with my relatives and dropped out from school. I was now a professional in stealing.
My life slowly rose in comfort, built on a house of cards. I could get as much as $100 a day. One day ,I was caught stealing .I know this day would come ,in fact I longed for it. Now, I could show my gang who was