In Masaka, there is a woman named Sarah Nanyonga who once lived with constant frustration and silent tears. She owned a small retail shop located on a busy roadside, directly opposite other shops selling the same goods. Every morning, she opened early, arranged her items neatly, and waited with hope. But as the day went on, customers passed her shop and crowded into her neighbors’ businesses.
She watched people queue, laugh, and spend money just a few steps away from her door, while her shop remained quiet and ignored.Sarah could not understand what she was doing wrong. Her prices were fair, her goods were fresh, and she treated customers with respect. Sometimes, people would walk into her shop, look around briefly, and leave without buying anything. Meanwhile, her neighbors restocked daily due to high sales. The pain grew worse when suppliers started doubting her ability to pay, and rent arrears began piling up. Many evenings, she closed her shop early, discouraged and embarrassed.She tried improving everything she could think of.
She repainted the shop, added new products, offered discounts, and even copied how her neighbors displayed their goods. Nothing changed. Instead, the……To continue reading,CLICK HERE
