Barrister Ray had become a new man, clubbing, following ladies up and down. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol, ladies, clubbing. He became short-tempered. He was no longer interested in his children's academics. He never cared again. He leaves early and comes home very late. He leaves money for their food, schooling but that was all. The emotional attachment to the children had gone, “what’s more! My wife has left me and had gone with another man. He blamed himself severally because he knew it was his fault, he had used his hands to destroy his once beautiful home which was the envy of everyone. The joy and peace they enjoyed had gone. The love and care, all gone. His beautiful daughters and sons were there but highly disappointed in their dad. He had failed his children, he is not worthy to be called the father. He became depressed, always blaming himself for all that had happened. “If only my wife had been a little bit more patient with me”, he would always lament remorsefully. He felt deeply lonely within. The church people tried to help him but he was too discouraged to respond. More so, his wife had left and remarried a richer man who was taking excellent care of her. “Look at me, I am pitiable”. Of course, he had greatly emancipated, a shadow of himself. He vowed never to marry again. He had been stricken by a woman and would not allow another to strike him again. He had lost the jewel in his life. He had taken her for granted. What a shame! Yes, what a deep shame on him.

His chamber also suffered greatly he had lost so many cases that people were no longer patronizing him. He made up his mind to begin again. He did begin again and got revived. He started to win his cases again. Things were coming alive bit by bit. Thank God, it was a big relief.

The children had suffered the attacks severally. They felt like orphans. Mother had left, father no longer bothered about them apart from giving them money. Who will listen to their pains? They took solace in one another.

Jennifer was badly affected, she was traumatized. It seems as if she has lost everything. By the time she had entered the University, her grades dropped. GP dropped from 4.1 to 3:2, it was very painful. Her lecturers had called her severally to find out what was happening to her but she told them nothing. She felt there was no one to confide in. her roommates notice her withdrawal from others, confronted her, but they couldn’t make her open up to them even on campus do come to approach her for friendship but she never gave in to any one of them. She kept to herself. Emotionally drained. A once lively, bold, beautiful lady had been torn apart by the divorce saga of her parents. What a world! She reverted into thinking she eats less, skips meals, and drinks less water. No appetite for food nor water. As they were reading in the class at about 8 pm in the night, she suddenly shouted and slumped to the surprise of her schoolmates. She had to be rushed to the hospital. She was short of blood. She looked pale and tired. She was given drips of water + glucose. She had to be taken a food supplement.

Immediately she recovered, she received a call that her brother had an accident. He was hit by a vehicle as he was crossing the road. Of course, he was not looking very well. He was thinking of their family problems when he was hit by a car. The car owner came out and rushed Priye to the hospital. Priye was the last child of the family. He was in secondary school about to write his West African Examination Council Examination. He had no choice but to remain in the hospital until he was fully okay.

The first son and of course the first child of the family was in three hundred level. In the University, he was devastated at first because he was emotionally attached to his mother, Mary, but he soon realized that it is of no use crying over spilled milk. He had a girlfriend named Rita. Rita helped Ray Junior, to overcome his emotional trauma. Her love and tender care put him quickly back in shape. He was doing well in his academics. He had a steady girl who was a blessing to him, especially at the hour of his needs.

The first girl, Janet had a boyfriend that was madly in love with her. He was always there for her. He spoils her very well. He was from a rich family and was willing to spend and be spent. He stood by Janet solidly. She was able to recover from depression. She also was doing very well in her studies she was in her final year. Her studies also helped. She was buried in her project, though still supported by her boyfriend.

Priye was recovering fast. Her brother and sisters took excellent care of him. Although he missed his WAEC examination, he was willing to do it again the following year. There was hope for him.

Mrs. Jenifa Brown coughed a bit, cleared her throat, and continued her story. I managed to talk, I said “that must have been painful” “Yes it was” she uttered. Thank God, that was in the past. I have put it behind me now. Please continue to listen to my story and learn from my mistakes.