Almost a similar story of Mercy Johnson, is what I had during my childhood, I wasn't brought up with a Golden spoon,i trade with my mum,and also hawk, every Seasonal Fruits,Oranges,Mangos,to Earn Money to make ends meet,But One thing was sure,Even with my Poor status,I was still one of the Brilliant Students in my School..i have friends who knows me in school then,i got the longest uniform,(lol)my sandals were oversized,infact God has been good,is not how far,but how WELL..Bu...t Thank God Today,(The Reversed is the Case)i wish I could go back to my youth again and enjoyed,all that I couldn't when I was growing up..To God be the glory,for my struggles made me the Woman I am Today...i can't stop thanking God for everything and more to come..and especially for the Awesome Family he Blessed me with..(Iye Maminor, you will live to Enjoy the fruit of your labour in Jesus name Amen)True Life Story By MERCY JOHNSONFrom Rags To Riches.


I am like the girl next door. Most people know me as Mercy Johnson but did not bother to find out about the Ozioma aspect of me. Mercy Johnson Ozioma are
my real names and Ozioma in my dialect (Kogi State)means a girl with good luck.
The fourth child in a family of seven, I was born about 26 years ago to an ex-military officer. I left my mother at the age of two to live with my father who
was constantly being transferred from one station to another as a military man.
I am proud of my dad because he taught me all I needed to know about crossing the bridge from being a child to an adult.
When I was in secondary school, I would wash my mates’ clothes and polish their shoes to get paid so that I could also pay my brother’s school fees and whenever names of people owing school fees were
mentioned, I was always on top of the list. I faced a lot of embarrassment in school. My teachers flogged me; my uniform was always torn and tattered and when someone stole, they pointed at me because of my poor condition. It was a
miserable life, but today,







