The Life I have Lived
I clocked 44 on the sixth day of July according to the Gregorian calendar. I am not a big fan of birthdays nor do I give too much attention to the number I am on the life ladder. However, sometimes, I do look up checking the grip I have on this ladder.
For me, life has been a mixture of experiences. Poverty had been a staple, but the joy and laughter of my childhood gave no rise to sadness.
The constant worries that come with poverty made me decide as a young girl never to be poor. I wanted something different from what I grew up in. I had a plan to work to perfect my life no matter what it took.
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Something died in me when my friend came knocking on our door that day. On top of her very long list of achievements, she just got admitted into a top university. We had been on this journey together, but, somehow, she got a university of her dream while I still hung on the tiny sleeve of hope, praying and wishing for a miracle.
