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The Little Room I Grew Up In
Photo by Daniel Wander on Pexels.com The room I grew up in was slightly bigger than my kids' toilet, but not up to the size of my kitchen. No. It…
The slum I grew up in.
” You live in a slum”. My friend suddenly blurted out as I walked her home. I looked at her confused not knowing what to say and then she said it again, ” Sheri, you live in a slum”, this time with disgust expression.
It was her first time at my house, what she found out about me was below her expectation. She couldn’t merge my personality with the reality of where I live. The two were contrasting episodes with a wide gap in between.
(more…)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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