Few years ago,if anyone had told me that my family would go through hell,I'd have shouted"it's not possible."If anyone had told me that I'd become an object of ridicule,I'd have had my little doubts and then later agree cause I've been a sad person. I'm not proud to be a sadist but the circumstances surrounding my life are mostly sad……why?I don't know why.

My family has been on the brink of disrupt, like an time bomb waiting to be triggered by just a little more force and boom!
Well,it never happened and that's the joy of belonging to a family.
Your family are those who got your back no matter the situation.They support you,encourage you,watch your back and are overly protective of you though they can be annoying and extra, family remains your family.They love you regardless.After God's love,the next is your family cause once your family forsakes you, it's going to be hard for you not to commit suicide.

There was a time I went to the toilet to poo poo(shit) I mean to ease myself so,I liked the door with the key from inside because I didn't want to be disturbed or distracted especially by my mom.
I finished my business and was about to leave when I realized that the door had jammed.I tried severally to unlock it but to no avail and I didn't want to call anyone for assistance.
I stood for minutes until I dropped my pride and began to call my Dad cause I knew he was the only one who could help me without insulting me.

"Daddy! Daddy!"
I called.
"Mama what is it? he asked"

"I locked myself and the door has jammed and the key doesn't want to come out."

"How did you lock it now….ehn now how do you want us to do?"
He asked from outside the door.

I stood in the toilet very annoyed after inhaling the smell of my own poo for long until I couldn't smell it anymore.
I could hear my younger sister giggling and mocking me from outside the toilet.
My elder brother was standing by the door to their room, saying it's good for me,my younger brother was laughing that kind of stupid laughter that would make my Dad to give him the "are you crazy " kind of stare while I was the helpless puppy waiting to be saved no matter what.

I began to imagine what it would feel like to spend the whole day in the toilet.
Don't get it twisted,our toilet is the neatest I've ever been to.
I'd rather come back home to relieve myself than to use a stranger's toilet unless, it's an emergency.
The problem here is,I'll have to stand for hours because there is no place to seat or lie down.
It's just the modern kinda pit plus I didn't have my phone with me.
I had never imagined being confined to a small space but now that I am,I felt like I was in a prison cell.It felt suffocating and all I want to do right now I'd to get out of it.

Finally,I got the key out and pushed it out through a small hole under the door.All thanks to the rat that sneaked into the house just to dig a hole under the toilet door perhaps to eat cockroaches.
Who would have thought something as small as a rat hole would be important?

After trying and trying, the door was opened and mennnnnn ,I knew the importance of fresh air and comfortability.
I stepped out with my head held high but then,my siblings would not stop teasing me.
They kept saying that "I visit the toilet more often than anyone,I am the one finishing the water in the house, I eat and poor it out in the toilet without allowing my body to make use of it,"so on and so forth.
At that moment I should have been mad at them but I wasn't, instead I was laughing at their silly jokes.
It was fun and entertaining that they had something to laugh at, someone to play with,tease and mock.
My younger brother would even rub my hair sometimes like I were a dog and I'd be like guy"I'm your elder sister not a pet"then he'd begin to claim that he was taller,stronger and he can protect me.
I'd just laugh it off  by behaving as if I didn't hear his rubbish talk.

I was fully aware that, despite making fun of me, when I was locked,all hands were on deck as everyone gave ideas on how to get me out then as soon as I was out,they pretended not to care.So much for pretenders.

Someone ones said,unity is power.
It is true.
Despite having our differences,we were somehow linked to a bond that I can't explain, though we were broken and weak in our own annoying ways,the love bond kept us together.
Sometimes I feel like running away from home, sometimes I wish I don't have siblings,other times I wonder if I were adopted but then something glues me to this people called family and the moment I'm not with them,I feel very incomplete.
I never thought we would come this far but surprisingly we are still standing.

They say "united we stand and divided we fall."
I don't understand why we fall divided though…why not,"united we stand and united we fall"?
Win together,mourn together?.

My family should have been broken but we still stood by each other through tick and thin because that's what family does.
No matter what happens, hold on to your family.It doesn't necessarily mean people that are related to you by blood but people who love you good enough.