For the past three years, my cart has been my life. It is how I feed my family, pay school fees, and survive each day.
So when it disappeared one morning, everything in my world collapsed instantly.
I thought maybe someone had borrowed it… but by noon, reality hit me.
My cart had been stolen.
The pain that followed was unbearable.
For days I moved from market to market, village to village, asking everyone I met. READ FULL STORY.
