Thru Dis Eyes

She finally sat me down and basically said that it's time for me to leave! When I graduated from high school, my mother who worked at the same school also retired. Most of my siblings have left the house and it was only me, my parents, my sister Ofa and my younger brother Moti. No one was working at this time. My dad went to the plantation for our food, my mum is now retired, my sister was finishing up her degree and Moti was in Primary school. I decided to find a job to help support our household. Some of you might wonder what happened to my mother's retirement.  You see... my mother believed in educating all of us kids, so she took out a loan to sent the oldest to school in New Zealand. Her retirement (which wasn't much), went to paying off that loan. Earning a TOP $6 per hour which is the equivalent of about USD $3 per hour was hard to keep up with the bills. I remembered there were nights that I would sit with all the bills laid out on my bed

My wife was hungry and all I had were two quarters. Life is hard when you are a student. Life is even harder when you are newly wed, both poor college students, wife pregnant and no family near by. As mentioned in my previous blog, my wife got pregnant three months into our marriage. At that time we were both in our first year of college. I don't want to sound like an ungrateful complainer so I won't say that we struggled but let's just say that we made it work. I was paid $8.50 an hour at the time. Since I was still an alien to the U.S. I was only allowed to work 19 hours a week at most. I put myself through college, so from the paycheck that I earned, $160 went to my tuition fund. I had to take out tithing. Textbooks needs to be paid and other required materials for classes and the rest would be to sustain me and my pregnant wife.  If you did the calculation, there wasn't really any money left to pay for our apartment. That is where my wife come

I always thought that my first born (daughter) was a miracle from the Gods. We were both students and fell in love so we decided to get married. We were struggling so we decided that my wife would be on birth control for four years, in which time we thought we would be in a better position to raise a child. In case if you are wondering, it’s the pills. Three months into our marriage I recognized that something was wrong with my wife. She was throwing up, and always tired. Though she slept, it seemed as if she never had enough. We agreed that she would go and see the doctor. The doctor said, “You are pregnant!” We were confused. How can this be? Did-the birth control didn’t work? Why are we having a child now? These were questions that went through my head. It was a miracle. Maybe the Gods didn’t agree with our plan after all. We were meant to be parents now! At least that’s what my wife said. We even told our friends and families about how our miracle