I was born into poverty. For as long as I can remember, we lived in a tiny mud house in the village. My siblings and I shared torn blankets, and every day was a battle between whether to buy food or pay school fees. My mother would say, “One day things will change, just hold on.” But deep inside, I wondered if that “day” would ever come.
Growing up, I made a vow to myself that if there was even the smallest chance to lift my family from that life, I would grab it. I studied hard, I worked hard, I even tried small hustles here and there, but nothing seemed to work.To read more,click here
