"The journey to success in life as we know it, has more thorns than roses"

This kept ringing in my ears while I scrambled to fix in 20 sachet water in as many bags as I could. I needed to pack at least 500 bags every day to get up to N2000. I know, I hate doing this, but I needed to work even more to get the funds for my admission processes. Neither mom nor dad could help, but it’s understood fully, because financially they were handicapped.

For 11 months, I squatted frequently; arranging sachet waters into bags and saving every bit I made but couldn’t get just enough to prove that I accepted school admission. With no hope or anyone to help, I spent today crying without shame, I needed to express myself.

“Why are you crying?”

A voice behind said. Like I always wanted to, I told my story.
Oh what a woman she was. A customer, who never noticed me, listened to the end, gave me a shoulder to cry on, and a personality to lean on. She gave me a contact card and a few thousands to hold onto, a reason to be hopeful.