I grew up facing many challenges. My first memory is of sitting under a banana tree in my old, torn shorts, looking at the sky and wondering why life was so difficult. My parents died in a car accident when I was just six years old.
After that, I lived with different family members—first an aunt, then an uncle. None of them really wanted to take care of me.
I felt like a burden instead of a family member. School fees were too high, and even getting enough food felt like a lot to ask.
I had to walk barefoot for a long distance just to go to school. Sometimes, I would sit outside the classroom and listen through the windows. I was always hungry, but feeling ignored and unloved hurt even more than being hungry.
But I was determined. I believed that if I worked hard, I could change my life.
I tried many different jobs. I worked as a boda boda driver (motorbike taxi), carried heavy sacks at a market, sold used clothes on the street, and even tried carpentry… Continue Reading
