My name is Johnson, and I come from Jinja, Uganda. There was a time when my life was nothing like it is today. I had nowhere permanent to stay, no dependable source of income and no clear picture of what the future held for me.
I spent countless nights sleeping on the streets. During the day, I walked around asking people for money and food to help me survive. Sometimes, I would spend hours without receiving anything, and on certain nights, I had to find any safe place where I could lay my head.
Living on the streets showed me the painful reality of poverty. I watched people go to work, operate businesses and drive their vehicles while I struggled to find enough money to afford my next meal.There were times when I felt completely abandoned by society. Some people passed me without noticing me, while others looked at me with sympathy.
I frequently asked myself whether I would ever own a home, start a business or find a reliable way to earn a living.Whenever an opportunity arose, I tried to take on small jobs.
I helped carry goods, assisted people with various tasks and put aside whatever little money I managed to earn. Unfortunately, most of my earnings went towards meeting my basic needs.One day, someone who understood the difficult situation I was going through told me about.To read more, tap here e
