I know I’ll be judged for this, but if you’ve ever tasted the pain of poverty, you’ll understand why I never let go once I found my way out. My name is Trizah. I’m 26. And yes, I’m in a relationship with a married man. A powerful man. A man who changed my life completely. But what most people don’t know is how I got here.
I used to sell second-hand bras in Gikomba. There were days I couldn’t afford my own product. I lived in a tiny mabati room in Kayole, surviving on strong tea and ugali. I used to cry myself to sleep watching other women drive past in German machines. I was beautiful.To read more,click here
