While I was in fashion school in South Africa, I was pregnant with my second child. There was a Nigerian lady who helped me to get accommodation because my student permit wasn’t out yet. Without that, I couldn’t get a place. She and her husband were dubious. The kind of things people do, God! Sometimes it hurts, especially when you think they are Christians. They do things and you would be like, “Wow!”
Bitterness and hatred started growing in me and I didn’t know. I was so angry that I decided to avoid the couple like the plague. The more I saw them, the angrier I got. I don’t think I have ever been that angry with anyone in my life and I was pregnant.
The day came for me to have my baby. I lost the child. He was a boy. I felt shame & guilt and the bitterness I had for these people vanished. Something told me that the bitterness I had in me could probably have caused the death of my child. Maybe it didn’t, but a part of me told me so.
What I learnt from that experience is that anger, bitterness and keeping grudges steals something from you. I don’t care in what form it comes, it takes something from you.