My name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death di2My name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldd nMy name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldot My name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldshoMy name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldw uMy name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldp! My name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldAftMy name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fielder My name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldthiMy name is Junaid Hammed Emmanuel. I am from Agoiwoye in Ogun State. my story is so sad and it is still having effect on me till this present moment but I am strongly hoping for a lasting solution one day. I was born blind and I lost my father when I was a year old. growing up was not really good for me because of high stigmatization and segregation from my mother, sisters, brothers and relatives. I was being passed around from grandma, father's mother and mother's aunty where I experienced different levels of evil treatment all because I am blind. One way or the other, a friend to my mother introduced her to a school for the blind in Ogun State and she took me there at the age of seven. The school was actually free so, she did not have to spend much. Going to the school was the only source of happiness for me because there was absolutely nothing close to happiness at home. I ate the worst food at home, have just one cloth; treated so different from others negatively and whenever I was bold enough to ask my mother why that happens, I never got any response from her. It was so obvious that I was segregated and stigmatized to a very large extent that outsiders could notice openly! I cried alone, laugh alone, pray alone. No body to talk to. Gradually, I finished my primary school even though I spent close to nine years despite how brilliant I am. I was really used attending competitions and winning prices for the school. I had to cry out and take very strong steps to go to secondary school in the year 1999 without the support of my mother and everyone that should ordinarily support me. After all effort to convince my mom to support me by outsiders because the school was not free like that of my primary school, she decided to support in her own way. My fees were never paid at the appropriate time. When I ask for my hostel or school fee, she will tell me about cloth for clubs she needs to buy and all of the aso ebi. She will also tell me about how she needs to be responsible to my elder sisters because she does not see my own education as a necessity. I will cry and cry but that will never change her heart then I began to ask God questions on why He allowed me come to this life. there was a time I wanted to eat soda but a very strange voice stopped me. I have deliberately gone to the middle of the road hoping that I could be crushed by a car or something. The accident did happen but nothing happens to me and I was wholeheartedly sad. When I got to JSS3, my mom called me and told me that she will no longer be responsible for my secondary education because she has no capacity to do that again. I really felt like dying that day and forget about all of the struggles but I called and look for death in differs way but to my aback, death did not show up! After thinking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, fieldnking about what next to do and my head was really blank of ideas, I resulted to going to churches and mosques to beg for money and that was how I was paying both my hostel and school fees even though different evil things happened to me in the process of begging. When I was about writing my WAEC, just a week before the commencement, I had a terrible accident and I could not write most of my papers. That actually got me broken because of How I took my studies so serious. Up till now, I have not been able to go to the university because there is no support anywhere. I tried marriage and all to a very bad result. I have children but no wife as I speak. All I went through was slavery and exploitation despite all I gave to make the marriage work so that I can be at least happy. In further effort at making my life a productive one, I took a lone of two hundred and fifty thousand Naira to get a laptop computer, portable scanner and ABBYY fine scanner software so that I can be producing audio books for blind students in different, universities. I was doing this to get little money to survive with my children. One day, I went to unilag and on my way coming back, the bag containing my, laptop with all other equipment I use for this business were stolen by someone pretending to help me cross to the other side of the road. He collected my bag and even left me at the middle of the road. It was God who saved me that day. As I write; I still have forty thousand Naira plus to settle my lone at Stambic IBTC. I have decided to pick up my pieces and start all over again but I seriously need support. Right now I am 34 but I believe I can still place it right and fix it. I need people to support me with 1000 Dollars and educational equipment’s that a blind person can use like a laptop computer which we also enable me to continue the business I was doing to earn a living, sponsors as it is my strong desire to go for my university education, friends to talk to and destiny helpers. I have lots of potentials but lack both emotional, physical and moral push to exhibit it. Please help me! My phone number is: 08061609134. Looking forward to hearing from you. Regards, Junaid Hammed , Beginning of, field