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About Me — Mojisola
I’m Mojisola, and this is my story. It’s not an easy one to tell…
I’m Mojisola, and this is my story. It’s not an easy one to tell, but it’s mine, and I’m proud of it.
I grew up in a small village in Nigeria. Life wasn’t easy for us. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. My parents worked hard, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. There were nights when my stomach would growl and I’d try to sleep it off, dreaming of a better tomorrow.
School was a luxury we couldn’t always afford. I remember the pain in my mother’s eyes when she told me I couldn’t go to school that term because we didn’t have money for fees. I’d watch other kids walk by in their uniforms, books in hand and my heart would ache. But I didn’t give up. I’d borrow books from friends and study under the light of our kerosene lamp at night.
Despite the challenges, I managed to finish secondary school. I thought things would get better, but life had other plans. Finding a job was like searching for water in the desert. I’d wake up early, put on my best clothes, and walk for hours, going from one place to another, hoping someone would give me a chance. But day after day, I’d return home, tired and disappointed.
There were times I wanted to give up. Times when the weight of it all felt too heavy to bear…
