I was born into misfortune.
My earliest memory is of sitting under a banana tree in my torn shorts, staring at the sky, wondering why life was so unfair. My parents died in a car crash when I was just six. From that day, I was tossed around like an unwanted parcel, one distant aunt, then another uncle, none of them willing to truly raise me. I was more of a burden than family. School fees? Luxury. Even food felt like charity. click here to read more.
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