A fisherman who saw me run out of the river came beside me. He asked me why I was running from the water. I told him I had wanted to commit suicide. He wanted to know why I wanted to commit suicide. I told him everything about my life, from my birth till now. The man was really helpful to me. He took me to his house. He was a very simple fisherman with a wife and two children, daughter and a son. His wife wasn’t happy I was there. She made sure to make my life miserable during my stay there. I never complained because I was just a stranger in their house. I learned how to fish and I became a fisherman. I stayed with him for 3 years. Even though his wife never liked me, I was always happy fishing with Mr. Nimo as the man was called. He always said he wished his son could be like me. He told me I would be great one day. Yes the fourth person to say that. I didn’t believe it again. Exactly 2 weeks after he told me that, we went fishing. While I was at the bank of the river sowing my net, Mr. Nimo was out fishing. Then all of a sudden there was noise and shouting everywhere. I left what I was going on. 3 men were carrying someone to the shore of the river. Everybody gathered around the drowned man and they were crying. When I got close enough to see the drowned man and I recognized him. I began to scream. It was Mr. Nimo who had drowned. I went beside him and I started to shake him to wake him up. I couldn’t take it anymore. Why is God punishing me this way? Why does he take away a chance for me to be happy? I cried and cried. What even saddens me was that Mr. Nimo’s wife madam Araba accused me of killing her husband. Her son Timothy sent thugsafter me and they beat me to a pup, I was beaten black and blue. When I lost consciousness because of the severe beating they threw me away on the streets. Some good Samaritans saw me and took me to the hospital. Mr. Nancy as I got to know took very good care of me while I was in the hospital. He even took me to his house. I met his wife and his 3 children. They were very nice to me. When Mr. Nancy heard my story he had pity on me. He promised me he was going to enroll me in school. True to his words, he enrolled me in one of the private S.H.S. because I was very good in class I was added to the students who were about to write the West African Senior SecondaryCertificate Examination (WASSCE). I became serious with my studies and Mr. Nancy’s children helped me a lot. Especially Dora, Mr. Nancy’s youngest child and only daughter, she liked me and I also liked her. I was two years older than her but she was in the university. Her two elder brothers Natan and Theo were both graduates. Natan was a lawyer while Theo was an engineer. Natan was the eldest followed by Theo before Dora who was studying medicine at that time.