On Friday evening as I was coming back from work , along the road I saw a man with 4 puppies seated by the road side , I stopped to admire the puppies, my love for dogs is so massive but I had no one and would love to get one. So I asked the man how much one of the puppies cost and he told me 1000$. I was shocked because that's my salary for 6 months, the man smiled and told me to succeed in life,I need to take some risk; I smiled and zoomed off. Inside the car, I said to myself " why would I buy a dog for such an amount when I could secure my house without any form of stress or bother". when I got home, I made some researches on dogs and found out that their prices were based on the bread of the dog. But sincerly, I needed a dog not just for security but my love for them kept driving me crazy , "what will I do to get this dog since I can't afford the amount they demand" , I discussed with my girlfriend who was zoophobia, but she told me that she will end our relationship if I ever get a dog in my house , I called my elder brother to borrow some money from him to buy the dog , but I never knew why I was so obsessed with having this dog to the extent of taking loan to buy it; but I never knew that I was headed towards destiny. so when I finally got the loan from my elder brother,I called my girlfriend to tell her that I was going to get they dog the following day , she was so mad at me and started telling me on how our relationship would end if I ever bought the dog, I tried everything possible to make her understand that love is all about sacrifice but she said that I have to choose either her or they dog so finally I made my decision by going ahead to buy the dog at the expense of my relationship. The following day, I went to the place I saw the man and those puppies luckily for me I found him there, then I asked him if he stays there often, he said yes because the people that buy his puppies are mostly strangers passing through that route. I nodded my head in amazement and then told him I wanted to buy a male dog but he adviced me to buy a female dog. I was adamant but I later changed my mind.He reduced the price of the puppy to 800$ and then recommend a veterinary doctor for me. I named my dog "Scott". Everyone seemed displeased about my new dog, but I have never been more happy. I took my dog to the vet house for proper check up before taking her home , little by little "Scott" began to grow into an adult dog and a loveable dog who provides security for everyone in my street After one year Scott received an award for the tallest and most lovable dog of the year, the award also came with other incentives to the owner. I became so popular and rich. After some months I noticed blood stains around my house so I was so afraid that scott had injured herself, I went out to check on her but she was looking healthy with no injuries then I noticed that the blood was dropping from her vagina; so I reported to my vet doctor immediately, he told me that it was a sign that Scott needs to meet with a male dog and that she was on her period at that moment. But I had no male dog I replied him, he now told me to bring Scott to his house, it was hard for me to let go of Scott for a day but I then took Scott to his house, after a couple of days he called me to come and pick Scott up and advised me to be giving her more of calcium till she gives birth. I thanked him and left his house with Scott I was so happy to see Scott again this time with babies. After some weeks I started noticing some changes in Scott's body, her breast changed to pink, she lost her appetite for food and she now backs at any slightest noise which I also complained to my vet doctor who made me to understand that it were signs of the pregnancy. I was so happy because I have already calculated how much I would make from selling those puppies, I prayed that they puppies would be up to six in number. Some weeks later she delivered 12 puppies, I was shocked at they site of seeing those puppies because they were so tiny. I called my doctor immediately to come over to my house which did and he was marvelled , he said that the highest he has seen a dog deliver in a while was 10. So after some weeks due to the fact that Scott was a public figure I sold out the puppies in a day at the cost of 4000$ each , I was able to pay back my loan and became very reach to the extent of opening a dog farm of my own, all this happened because I made they right decision back then , Scott later died after 8 years but she made me a rich and successful man before she died.

I grew up within the ages of 0 to 10 years with my grandparent, my biological mum was a single mum who got pregnant in her high school days and in those days women do not school with pregnancy, due to that situation my mum had to leave to Yaoundé in search of a better life, she left me in the hands of my grandparent who showered me with so much love, they did all they could to see me through primary school, I did my best to succeed from primary one to primary 7 unfortunately death took away my biological mother, I went through a lot of pains at that time , the only time I was getting to know my mum, she left me without saying a word, I felt like I should just die but was helped by my grandparent. She was finally buried time passed. I completed my primary 7 passing my first school and common entrance in list ‘'A'', it was then time for me to start my secondary school, my grandparent did not have money to sponsor me in school they wanted me to go learn a trade but I loved education so much that I just wanted to continue with my education, my dad had the money to sponsor me to school but he insisted I should come live with him but my grandparent rejected the proposal because he was married and they were afraid that I will be maltreated. I was not happy at all because I really love to continue education. I had to plead with my grandparents to let me go get admission in town where they were living, and then my dad met them and promised to enroll me in a bothering school but never kept to his word. School started and I was admitted in form one and was now living with my dad and my step mother, my step mother, set a time table for me, from my house to school was 30minutes and same minutes when am coming back home ,we closed school at exactly 2.30 and I have to reach the house at exactly 3.p.m any munities pass that time I will receive serious beatings from my step mum, so immediately school is closed I will pick up my bag and start running as if military men were behind me, that was just to make sure I did not get home any minutes pass 3.00 p.m because I would receive serious beatings . and even when I get home at that time my step mum will starve me, giving me so much work to do , I have to wait for her children to return from their nursery school, pick them up, bathe them, wash their uniforms before I start cleaning the plates they use to eat, carry water, all this I did with an empty stomach, while her children were eating after they return from school and even when am done with what I was assigned to do she will still not give me food, when it's like 11.00 p.m when everyone is getting to bed that is when she come and scrub the food under the pot and gives me to eat. I lived in my father's house as like a prisoner, it was even better to live in prison knowing the crime you committed rather than living in that house not knowing your fault but yet going through so much torment. I succeeded and was promoted to form 3, I thought things will be better but instead, things got worse, she would wake me up at 2.00 a.m to go fetch water at a public tap of about 35minutes walk. At that time everyone would still be sleeping, I would walk alone in the middle of the night to fetch water, it was God protecting me because I could have been raped, killed or even kidnapped. I was going through menstrual pains and instead of her feeling my pains, she saw it as an opportunity to torment me, during menstruation my stomach hurts a lot but instead she will bring all the dirty dresses in the house for me to wash, I will be washing the dresses and crying of menstrual pains , I did not even have time to read my books all I deed was cramming just to pass, when washing dresses I place my book beside me then cramming it while working because I will never have time to read, I remember a time my step mum almost killed me she gave me the beatings of my life that day she took her leg and smashed my stomach because of money my aunt gave so I can buy pants for myself because I had none but she wanted to take the money and use it for herself . Going through this and my dad was aware but could not offer a word, trying to save his marriage. I decided to skip some classes so I can leave that house and go to the university to have peace of mind , I decided to write Ordinary level in form 4 instead of form five , and also wrote Advance level in lower sixth instead of upper sixth , even on the eve of writing GCE she beats me up and threw me out, I slept in a rejected kitchen with so much rain, struggle the next morning went and wrote the GCE and finally I made it, I went to university of Buea where I studied Banking and Finance but unfortunately I fell so ill and could not continue school again, struggling with the illness all these years and finally I am studying Business Administration at University of the people online, doing my best now to cope with school and health, 

Writing is like an escape. one moment you're gasping, hurting, crying. Then next here you are in complete peace and your mind totally at ease. Writing is the thing I would do if I got a bad breakup I can find some pretty colorful words to describe the ex significan other To me, writing is an art, which most people would agree But the thing is most people do not adnire it They just walk by it not taking time to truly praise the beauty And I'm not letting that beauty leave me for even a second

Hi, my name is Anna DeForest. I have a Pitbull, two brothers, and divorced parents. I live with my mother. I have gotten my gallbladder and appendix out. I have had many endoscopies. I dog sit with my best friend. I am homeschooled due to me being sick earlier in the year. I was sick for a year but never knew what I was sick with. I write in my free time to escape reality and the stress of the world. I draw a little in my free time and also enjoy painting.