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“She Slapped Me in Front of the Whole School Because I Couldn’t Pay My Fees.” 15 Years Later, I Sponsored Her Retirement — And Paid Her Salary for Life. She humiliated me. Called me “a charity case.” Told me I’d never make it without my father’s name. But pain doesn’t always break you. Sometimes, it builds an empire with your name on the gate. From Broke Student to Multimillionaire — What He Did for the Teacher Who Once Publicly Shamed Him Left Everyone in Shock Written by Rosyworld CRN 2008. Anambra, Nigeria. I owed ₦2,700 in school fees. My mother had sold all her jewelry. My uncle had stopped answering calls. One day during morning assembly, the principal announced: > “All students owing school fees — come forward!” We did. Then Mrs. Obasi, our economics teacher, pointed at me and shouted: > “Chijioke! You again? Third term, still owing?! What kind of poverty runs in your blood?” Before I could respond — She slapped me. In front of everyone. I stood there — broken. Laughed at. Shamed. That evening, I told my mother I wanted to drop out. She said: > “No. Even if I die, you must finish.” She started cleaning people’s compounds secretly to pay the fees. I passed. Graduated. Hustled. I sold recharge cards. Managed social media for businesses. Taught myself code from a borrowed phone. In 2020, I launched a fintech app. It grew fast. By 2023, I was worth more than ₦400 million. Then one day, I saw a GoFundMe post: “Please help. Retired teacher needs funds for eye surgery and basic needs.” It was Mrs. Obasi. People were commenting. Donating ₦1k, ₦2k… I said nothing. But I booked a flight. One week later… I knocked on her rusty gate. She opened it — frail, older, shocked. > “Do you remember me?” I asked. She squinted. > “You’re… Chijioke? Oh my God. My son, I’m so sorry for how I treated you.” I nodded. Then I handed her an envelope. Inside: Full payment for her surgery ₦5 million cheque A letter stating I would pay her ₦100k monthly for life. She collapsed. Neighbours gathered. I said: > “You beat me when I was poor. Now, let me bless you because I’m rich.” Today, I call it Healing with Honour. Because not every wound needs revenge. Some need a reminder that grace speaks louder than shame. From slapped… to celebrated. From “charity case”… to cheerful giver. From insulted boy… to investor in dignity. _Rosyworld CRN_
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