<p>It wasn’t always like this, my table wasn’t always this filled, I didn’t always have the opinion they call “choice”, my plate wasn’t always being served, sometimes I’d go hungry, starve and even endure because I had pity, I saw it with my own eyes, with my very own eyes I saw cruelty, I saw what it meant to not be able to contribute, I experienced setback, I felt Shame, going to shops to buy things with the promise that we’d pay later, it was timid, I write this with tears in my eyes, it took a long time to get my own table before I could even get a cloth for it I worked.</p><p>Happiness out of the little things, it got to a stage that dependency on others was stressful, we just wanted a good life, not something elaborate, but to be okay, a happy family we wished but how it got crushed by several broken promises and empty vessels, but it took one person, one event, just a little start up to get it all back, the times were people we called close were distant as they saw us as prey, they didn’t want to get close as they knew we’d beg, ask for assistance you name it, but I can say now it was all worth it, one flip and it turned to my side, the bounty, goodies, I’m not all that but I’ve got all that, not all but I’m better.</p><p>I’m standing on both feet , walking still on my pace as I crave acceleration, but I’m making my mark, setting my journey, I’m in control of the keyboard now, I’m the pen while still being the writer.</p><p>Loans were prominent, where we saw it as joy to be granted loans by apps, we would go hungry because ends could not meet the means of survival.</p><p>A mother and her two children, it took a while but we’ve past that stage, we’re looking forward to the part we dreamed of, but we are not where we were.</p>
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