My name is Rose, a woman from Mbale, Uganda. For many years, my family was known as the poorest in our entire village. We lived in a small grass-thatched house, and every day was a struggle. Sometimes, we would go two or three days without food, surviving only on water or whatever little a kind neighbor could give us. Watching my children sleep on empty stomachs broke my heart every single night.
Life was unbearable, and it seemed like poverty had become a curse that followed us everywhere. I tried to start small businesses like selling vegetables and second-hand clothes, but nothing ever worked. Whatever I touched collapsed before it could grow. People in the village mocked us, saying we were destined to remain poor forever. At that point, I had lost all hope of ever living a better life.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
