For many years, I was the woman everyone in the neighborhood pitied or laughed at. I lived in a small house with peeling walls and a leaking roof. My clothes looked worn out, and most days, I struggled to even afford decent meals. People whispered about me at the market, saying I was cursed or lazy. Some even said I had bad luck that chased away every opportunity that came my way.
I used to cry silently at night, wondering why life was so unfair. I had tried every small business I could think of selling fruits, second-hand clothes, even homemade snacks but nothing lasted. Whenever I thought I was making progress, something strange happened to pull me back down. My goods would spoil, thieves would break into my stall, or I’d fall sick suddenly. I started believing maybe I was truly cursed.…CONTINUE READING
