I used to be the girl they mocked. The one who stitched clothes under a mango tree, using a second-hand sewing machine my grandmother gave me. I grew up in a small village where dreams bigger than farming or teaching were seen as foolish.
People would walk past me and chuckle. “That village girl thinks she’s a designer,” they’d say. Some would even go out of their way to tell me I was wasting my time. to read more click here
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