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I was born and grew up in Castries with both parents. My family always worked hard to give me the best. My sisters and I never lacked food or clothes. My mother always woke up early and prepared our breakfast and made sure I didn’t go to school with an empty belly.
Everything was well until I got to secondary school, there I faced my dilemmas. I knew I should be strong and say NO to the wrong friendships but I was under peer pressure and I succumbed. They offered me alcohol, they invited me to parties, and they taught me how to smoke. Unfortunately, by 14 years old and I was already involved in all these and my parents were clueless.
Trying to live a ‘big man’ life, I started following the advice of my bad friends and forgetting the good advice my mom used to give me. To hide my red eyes after smoking marijuana, I used to reach home late and go straight to my room, and if my mother asked me why I reach so late, I just say I was by my friend’s house playing video games. The smell of the marijuana on me was hidden by perfumes and I always had a mint/sweet in my pocket to use it after smoking.
I used to say I was going to my neighbour or friend’s house but I ended up in Gros Islet partying and drinking. My neighbours thought I was a good boy. I became disrespectful to my parents and I stopped listening to them. I had an answer for everything they said. Out of nowhere I developed anger against my mother.
In the house, my sister and I were like two strangers, we never got along, and once I punched her. I wished I had a family that didn’t care about me; I wanted to do whatever came into my mind. At school I was disobedient. I used to break school rules, didn’t do my school work, and many times I was suspended. I was there just giving trouble.
I saw the sadness in the eyes of my mother and once she even cried but I didn’t care. I was in need of a change but didn’t know how to find help.
One day a friend told me about a youth group in Castries and I came only because there was football. I wasn’t interested in their meetings. I heard my mother talking a lot in my head already.
At the football match, the pastor, before starting the game, always prayed and gave us some advice on how to be a better youth. The advice that I left behind, one day was coming back to me. I decided to give my life to God, I got baptized, I asked forgiveness for my behaviour.
I love my mother and my sister and today we love each other, today I ENJOY being in the Youth Power Group (YPG Saint Lucia) and helping other youth that are in need of help. If you have a son or daughter giving you trouble, please don’t give up on him or her because my mother never gave up on me. And today, if I have changed, your child or children can change too.
– Stanice Cenac
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