Growing up, I got used to poverty.I was raised by a single mother in a mabati house deep in the slums of Nairobi. My father abandoned us before I could talk, and from the moment I understood life, I watched my mum struggle, washing clothes for people, selling uji at construction sites, skipping meals so I could eat
She gave me everything with the little she had. But society gave me nothing but mockery.In school, I was that girl whose uniform always had a patch. I had one bra from Form 2 to Form 4. I was bright, but poverty makes you invisible. No one notices your effort when your shoes are torn.People around us would say,“Mtoto wa huyo mama hawezi enda mbali.”To read more,click here
