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My name is Johnson, and I hail from Jinja, Uganda. My life was once very different from what people see today. I had no permanent place to call home, no steady income and no idea what tomorrow would bring.
For many nights, I slept out on the streets. During the day, I moved from place to place begging people for money and food to keep myself going. Sometimes, I could spend hours without receiving any help, while at night, I had to settle for whatever safe spot I could find to sleep.
My experiences on the streets exposed me to the harsh realities of poverty. I saw people heading to their workplaces, managing businesses and driving their cars as I struggled to raise enough money to buy my next meal.
At times, I felt as though society had completely forgotten about me. Some people walked past without paying attention, while others looked at me with sympathy. I kept wondering whether I would ever escape that life, own a house, establish a business or secure a dependable source of income.
Whenever I got an opportunity, I accepted small jobs to earn something. I carried people’s goods, helped with various activities and tried to save whatever little money I made.
However, most of what I earned went towards food and other basic necessities.
One day, someone who understood the struggles I was facing approached me and told me about.To read more, tap here
