If someone had told me five years ago that I’d be living in my own house, driving a car I bought with cash, and running a successful interior design business by the age of 28, I would have laughed in disbelief. Not because I didn’t dream big. I did. But because I knew what poverty tasted like. I was raised in a small town in Uganda by a single mother who gave up everything to make sure I had a future. We didn’t have much, but we had each other.
Growing up, life wasn’t easy. My mom worked two…………CONTINUE READING
