As I sit and wonder at the beauty of this amazing bush which is blooming for the third time this year, I am transported back to my child hood. Unlike so many children, my child hood is not a happy place. As I watch this little girl whose face has nothing but sadness, she lost her father at age three, at six was sent away to a boarding school away from her mother, only to be returned home by nine almost dead. I try my best to remember her thoughts, what was she imagining her life would be like, was she full of hope, and wonder? Alas no, she had no such thoughts, she is scared, she is full of pain at her lot, she wonders why she is so poor, why she has no father, why she has no decent home to live, life has dealt her a very cruel hand and she sees no way out, there is no hope of ever getting out of the trap.
And here I am in an amazing city, with a loving family. The questions keep popping in my head are why? What was that? Why did I go there? The more I think and ponder the more clear it becomes, that little girl suffered, and felt lost so that this woman can become who she is today.
My path and purpose are so clear, I want to dedicate my life building organizations and facilities around the world helping, uplifting and empowering women like my mother so little girls like me don't have to suffer, feel abandoned and hopeless.
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