My name is Johnson, and I am from Jinja, Uganda. There was a time when my life was completely different from what it is today. I had nowhere permanent to live, no dependable source of income and no clear picture of where my future was heading.
I spent many nights sleeping on the streets. During the day, I walked around asking people for money and food just to survive.
Sometimes I could spend hours without receiving anything, and on some nights, I had to sleep wherever I could find a place that felt safe.
Living on the streets showed me the harsh reality of poverty. I watched people leave for work, operate businesses and drive their own cars while I struggled every day to find enough money to afford my next meal.
There were times when I felt as though society had forgotten about me. Some people would ignore me, while others looked at me with sympathy. I often asked myself whether I would ever own a home, start a business or have a dependable source of income.
Whenever I got an opportunity, I took on small jobs to make ends meet. I carried goods, assisted people with various tasks and tried to save whatever little money I could.
Unfortunately, most of what I earned was quickly used to meet my basic needs.
Then one day, someone who was aware of my difficult situation told me about.To read more, tap here
