Harobed TALES

          PART TWO: I saw my precious baby girl, with tears in her eyes, wailing and stretching her arms towards me, an expression beyond what words could describe. I ran towards her, troubled about her well being and she ran towards me, seeking my comfort. That was all it took to bring me back from the land of my personal misery. There and then, with my baby girl in my embrace, I told myself that I would do right by her and fix my shit.     Anyway that is enough history for one day, that was 10 years ago and I am doing really well by myself and for my baby girl. Kendra is now in junior high school, she insists on being a boarder because her best friend Toju – was of the same opinion and frankly I could not refuse her anything, though I almost did as I realized I would not be seeing her as often. I mean she was my essence!   So it is her first visiting day today and I am pumped, I have not seen her in about six weeks and it feels like six years. Kendra warned me not to over

      The event that occurred today will pivot my life in a direction where tomorrow does not exist. I am Kessy Abimbola Williams. I am a journalist and content creator for Tore Media. Journalism was my first, middle and last name, I had been doing this for 8 years forsaking family, love and fun to make sure I was the best in my field. It was a fierce drive. I have a daughter though, Kendra and I had her when I was still unambitious and thought that being married with kids was the ultimate satisfaction I can possibly get out of life.   My opinions however changed after Kendra’s father up and jilted me two weeks to our wedding when Kendra was barely a year old. My world crumbled literally, with no hope. I slipped into depression, battled insomnia, lost weight, became socially isolated and had constant suicidal thoughts as I could not really understand what had happened. There was nothing to look forward to again.   I had been forced to move in with my mother as there was reaso