Early life

On 1th Nov, 1993. That was the year I was born, as usual when a child is born he/she has to cry scientifically proven to open it's lungs, but as for me it was a real cry for an adult in pain. The tragic twist of fate I felt my mother going through was now becoming obvious as the first sting of cold piece through my thin smooth skin. On the hands of a thin woman with rugs forcing a smile when she saw my cute little face made me stop crying because I felt love. Suddenly her smile weared off when she came to realize that she now has added a number 6 in her family of sorrow. No food, no clothes, no going to church , no piece. The father of her kids is a professional teacher who never learnt the importance of nutrition that's why he can't provide food, he surely doesn't know what shelter is, he lives in a crass thatched rocked house, His teacher tried so much to instill knowledge to him but instead it grew with pride, "I am the only elite in this village" loan out money while his kids are at home no fee,