Living with my Grandma

My grandma was so mean that the only potential she discovered in me was "hawking ability"

She made me to hawk all kinds of fruits and vegetables, along the streets and inside the market.

When others are in school comfortably studying ; I will be on the street screaming my head off to attract buyers attention. I will be in the market before 8 a.m but get home 7: 30 pm. The experience was not really palatable because sometimes I encounter some dirty minded who force me to bring my ware into their inner shop in order to squeeze my tiny breasts and my ass.. I remember one faithful day that I went to sell boiled maize... the customer bought but refused to pay me unless I enter his inner shop... when I entered he almost raped me...thank God for a customer who came to price goods from his shop and heard me screaming for help and he let go of my pants.. I was traumatized..😓

On another occasion, all the money I realised from my morning sales was stolen by a co-hawker while we were resting in front of a closed

shop..😪😪😪😪😪😪 I cried until all my tears was dried because I know that going home without the money is equivalent to going home to receive beating like a criminal.. and that was it.. I was beaten by grandma and starved that night because nobody believed me. I was always carrying heavy baskets of fruits so much that I was afraid that it might affect my growth in the future based on neighbours opinion. I was wasting away while my mates were in school studying.. soo sad!!!!

My busy mother finally returned and told me that she will never leave my side again.

I was happy that finally my sufferings and abuse has come to an end but I was mistaken, it was just the beginning of suffering. My mother made me to hawk more and became more vulnerable.. What a life...!!!