If someone had told me five years ago that I’d be the proud owner of one of the busiest supermarkets in my town, I would’ve laughed, maybe even cried. At the time, I was running a dusty little wooden kiosk barely the size of a single bedsheet. Most days, I made just enough to take home a loaf of bread and maybe some sugar for my tea.
My name is Ronald, and this is the story of how I turned that broken-..…………….CONTINUE READING.
