I've been wanting to tell my story,

But how to start has been a dilemma.

But today I will start,I will tell it in bits,tell it little by little till I'm done.

    Sometimes I still remember him even though he's dead,his image is etched deep in my memory. Not in bad memory mind you,but in good,loving memory.

How could I have felt otherwise about my uncle. He was more like a father,I had started staying with him after my primary education. It was with him I stayed for my secondary education till he passed on.

I remember him as a disciplinarian who was a "no-nonsense" man, he valued education and intelligence . I guess I impressed him before he went to the world beyond or maybe I didn't,I would never really know as he was always urging me to push for the best every time. I tried to up my grades so he would know I wasn't a waste of "school fees".

Yes,he was the one pay on my fees as I wasn't with mom and dad (that's another story for another chapter).

How can I ever tell it all in one breath?this has been a dilemma and that's why most times,as soon as I start to write I STOP.