It pains my heart deeply to see people as old as my grandparents working on the streets as vendors. I never realised until recently, how many people sell by the side of the road and for the purposes of feeding their families.
A woman old enough to be my mother was sitting by the road selling merely cigarettes, chips and biscuits all in the name of helping her husband to feed her kids as well as take them to school. This world is really not fair. I mean…. The sad part was that after I interviewed her (helping my friend with her assignment), she was meant to write her name and sign on a consent form, but she couldn’t. My eyes put up a fight with my tears when she told me she couldn’t write and signed “X” by the signature line.
I guess I have to stop complaining about the things I don’t have, but praise God for all I have.
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