My name is Mary, and I come from Blantyre in Malawi. For many years, my life was filled with pain and struggle. I was born in a poor family, and after finishing school, there was no money for me to continue with higher education. Out of desperation, I started working as a house girl in the city. My salary was very small, but I accepted it because I had no other choice. Every day, I used to wonder if I would ever escape that kind of life.
Even though I worked so hard, I was treated with little respect. I would wake up early, clean, cook, and do everything, but at the end of the day, I was still poor and hopeless. I cried many nights because I felt my dreams of becoming successful were impossible. I had big ideas in my heart, but no matter how much I tried, nothing seemed to work for me.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
