Having a victor to tell about a victory is actually a thing to be proud of and that is why most times people don't really care if he or he is telling the whole story as it is. I love history and I also love hearing it from people. But when I went to school I ran away from history because I don't really like anything that will stress me that much.
There is no way on earth we would have known about the great men and women of old who stood their grand until they see results. I can't stop thanking God for history because I never get to know my father. I did not even see a picture to keep memories. But with history about him I was able to gather enough to generat memories for myself. Even though I know that the person that told me about him and all that he did was his wife who happened to be my mother. According to her he never treated her the way he should. He was always going out with women and never gave my mother the attention she needed. And as I saw this topic I also asked myself why she never told me anything bad about herself or even in anyway she might have offended him. Hmmm! Now I know better. Maybe there is something that she might not want me to know and because her husband my father is no more I never get to hear his own side of the story.
In this week 187: episode 2, I will love to share the history of the man that fatherd me. What I heard about him and how it might be possible that the whole story is not told. I am not going to tell us about any history that is well known or popular, but I want to bring to us the history that is not known by anyone except the family where I come from.
According to my mother, her husband never loved her. He lived in a city with her at first and when she saw his promiscuous lifestyle with women she decided to live him in the city and move back to the village with her children so that he can have all the time with other women. She also told me that he later died of a deadly disease that he got from his numerous girls. Since the very day that I heard that story about him, I have been so mad and thank God that I never met him because as a woman I don't think I can accept that kind of a man as my own husband. But looking at this topic today I started asking myself why my mother never told me anything bad about herself. She only painted the guy bad and made me believe that he was a bad husband. Even though I never saw him, because of all that I heard about him, I never missed him. But now alot of questions are coming to my mind.
WHAT IS THAT PART OF HISTORY THAT YOU BELIEVE IS WRONG.
Like I said before when I started, I am not telling a regular story of history we are used to. I just want to bring something that I am familiar with and share. I believe that I wasn't told the complete truth. There is no how a man who truly love his wife before getting married to her without any reason turn back on her. I don't really know what it is, but I know that there is something I didn't get to know. And unfortunately for me, I can't still get the whole story again because my mother is late and no one to ask the full story again because all my father's siblings are dead.
Truth be told, most people will not want you to know where the failed, but they will always want you to see the good side of them.
All the images belongs to me.
It’s true that most times, people tell stories in a way that favors them. We hardly get the full truth because everyone hides their faults. History can be tricky when only one side is told.
Some people always tell stories that will favour them if they see that the person they are back bitting is not where they are. Some people hide their fault because they don't want us to judge them in a bad way so instead they say something bad about that person and talk good about them.