Growing up, poverty wasn’t just a condition in my family — it was a cycle, a shadow that followed every generation before me. My grandparents struggled. My parents struggled. And as a child, I watched the same pattern repeat itself year after year.
No one in our home ever talked about owning property, running a business, or even having savings. We survived, but we never lived. I grew up believing that maybe this was our destiny, that maybe some families were simply born to struggle. But deep down, a part of me refused to accept that my lineage was cursed to remain stagnant forever.…CONTINUE READING
