My name is Brian, and I come from Mbarara, Uganda. Looking back today, I can only thank God for keeping me alive through some of the most painful experiences of my life. Eight years ago, I was a broken young man with no home, no hope, and no one to turn to. My own stepmother had chased me out of the house, shouting words that still ring in my ears to this day: “Go away from here, I am not your mother!” Those words cut deep into my heart. I was only seventeen then, full of dreams but with nowhere to lay my head.
After my father passed away, life changed completely. My stepmother took over everything he owned—his house, his land, even his business. I was left with nothing. I remember sleeping on verandas, sometimes going for days without food. My relatives turned their backs on me, saying they could not help. I worked as a casual laborer at construction sites, washing cars, and sometimes selling small items by the roadside just to survive. But deep inside, I believed that one day, my life would change.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
