HOW I OVERCOME STAMMERING: My True life Story

This is a true life story of myself that I hardly share but decided to make it public today to encourage you that no matter your condition there must be a way especially when you are surrounded by brothers and sisters that are positive.

I was born in Bekwarra to the family of Mr and Mrs Onyi Godwin Ushie. Am the fourth child in the family of eight (. My parents had to relocate to a place called Chanchanji I think currently in present day Taraba state. Even as a child I remembered that when we are entering Chanchanji there is a bridge made of Iron with a deep river below . These are memories I still remember even when I was 4years old. No wonder I was named Ashiwere.

In Chanchanji, we were only five (5) born into the family then with (3) men ahead of me and a younger sister called Hajia. So I was literary surrounded by battalions of soldiers.

It will interest you to know that I was a very Chronic stammerer . It was so severe that if I must talk I will have to either hit my foots so hard on the ground to enable free flow of speech from my mouth. If I don’t use my leg, I will use my hand to hit my self so hard before I can speak. It was indeed very severe. I was even named pastor because at that early stage I love preaching, I will gather my peers and be singing and mimicking men of God at that early stage. As a stammerer, it became more beautiful because many were not coming to listen to me but to laugh as the way I speak.

How did God intervened? Yes God did intervened by using my very brothers to stop me from my chronic stammering. My elder brother and my immediate elder brother were the tools God used. I never knew as I stammer they do take notice of me and were able to dictate where the problem was coming from. They noticed I hit my legs and my hand to enable me speak. So what they had to do will shock all of you.

Anytime they want me to speak, they will call me and ask me to say something maybe I will be asked to pronounced a word like “sugar” then I will start but would hit my foots to enable me pronounce the word. in the process of trying to hit my foot, one of my brother will press the foots to the ground, then I will be left with my hand to hit on my body. In the process of doing that, my other brother again will press down my two hands. Then I will start shaking my head to pronounce or say something then one will press my head to stay still. When all this is done I will now speak and flow well without me hitting myself or struggling to speak.

This continued for sometime until I overcome my chronic stammering of hitting my foot, legs, head before I can speak.

God is indeed merciful. Many of us have kids with this features but refuse to see beyond and conclude that all hope is lost. Stammering is a manipulation from the pit of hell. If only I was allowed to pass that early stage I would have become a very chronic stammerer for the rest of my life.

You can do it. Stammering are manipulation to stop people God has destined to be voice to the voiceless and voice to the vulnerable and I am seeing the evidence in my life today.

Ashiwere

Ashiwere means a Lunatic in Yoruba tho


Sorry, Just saying....

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