The Geegpay Writing and Storytelling Challenge
My story is one of travails and tribulation; like a woman in labor, the birth pangs that eventually bring forth the bundle of joy. From the gutters of Burhama, to the slums of Jakara and Sanka, I have been smashed between chasing my photography dreams and taking care of my family. It is difficult to imagine light at the end of a tunnel, when you live in a single room with your 5 siblings and aging mother whose health is failing, in a densely populated compound that houses 24 rooms, with only one broken toilet for everyone to share, joining a long queue daily in wait for your turn to use a bamboo bathroom, which you have to cover the entrance with your wrapper, to protect your privacy. I went out everyday with the hope of landing small gigs; something to put food on the table and buy my mother's medications. Some days, I was lucky, and on those days, I was able to improve my craft, and I could afford to pay my bus fare back home, squeezed in-between sweaty, tired fellow slum dwelle...