WHY A LOT OF PEOPLE HATE ME
Life without love cannot be more difficult, but if you need someone to tell this difficult tale, I am in the best position. One of my uncles once confessed, “Tolu I hate you so much” I must commend his sincerity, because he’s one of the few persons who say what they feel. I knew it, but he was not the only one. My father didn’t love me too; he once doubted if he gave birth to me. All my life, I have received more hate than love, but I have chosen to focus on the love, give it more and forget the hate. I have no problem loving people, as human being, I am tempted to hate some people for what they do to me, but I just couldn’t, probably because of my understanding of how it works and why I seldom feel that way. Thanks to my Granny, she gave the love needed for me to grow up, she was my goddess; I am her last born. She love me so more, I believe God plan it that way, now I understand it is for a reason. Growing up, I was not a kid anyone wants to love. I didn’t walk wh