At my early age in life, I learnt to be satisfied with one meal per day, walk barefooted, have tatters for school uniform and of all; accommodate poverty and learnt to live with it.
At that time, the future didn't seemed bright; it was blurred by the unbearable and seemingly unavoidable constraints i was undergoing. However I had one mission; to live the life I was forced by fate to accept. Mum and I set doing manual work to in various homes to at least make life of my siblings and our own life worth living. I remember, for instance we used to earn Ksh. 3 for every kilo of pyrethrum we plucked. On a good day, under a scotching sun, we used to pluck a maximum of 15 kgs (Kshs. 45) together. And that were enough to put ugali (not bread) on our tummies.
Yes, that was the kind of life I led 15 years ago.
To date, nothing worth mentioning has happened to change the situation except scraping here and there in trial to puzzle out the kind of life I lead and if it will ever change.
And that was my life.......
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