"MEMORIES OF BEING A SINGLE MOTHER "

MEMORIES OF BEING A SINGLE MOTHER

*Chapter 1: Three Mouths, No Village*

BEING A SINGLE MOM IS HARD.

THREE CHILDREN. NO HELP. DOUBLE ROLES.

BUT I NEVER QUIT.

They say it takes a village to raise a child.

But my village chased me away.

I gave birth to three children.

I thought I had love. I thought I had a home.

But the men lied. Some scammed me. Took my money, my trust, and left.

When I had nothing, I went back to my parents.

I thought family would hold me.

Instead they pushed me away. "You brought this on yourself," they said.

So I left with a baby on my back, a toddler holding my wrapper, and another one crying in my arms.

No money. No food. Just prayer.

Some days I sold clothes by the roadside.

Other days I told people I had land to sell, hoping for just one commission to buy rice.

People laughed. "A woman with 3 kids selling land?"

I smiled anyway. Because my children were watching me.

I cried in the bathroom with the shower on, so they wouldn't hear me.

Then I wiped my face and went back out.

I am tired, but I am strong.

I raised my children with love and prayers .