Hi, my name is Jim Lawala. This is my story.
42 years ago, a small little baby was born. It was a baby boy.
It was me.
I spent my days as a kid growing up in a poor village, but I was happy.
As a poor kid, I remember I often had to eat plain rice with soya sauce. I would walk barefoot 10km to school every day.
After school, I would help my father, tending our rice farm.
Once a week I will accompany my mother to fetch water 20km downhill. It was a long trip, but I always look forward to it.
(to be continued)
42 years ago, a small little baby was born. It was a baby boy.
It was me.
I spent my days as a kid growing up in a poor village, but I was happy.
As a poor kid, I remember I often had to eat plain rice with soya sauce. I would walk barefoot 10km to school every day.
After school, I would help my father, tending our rice farm.
Once a week I will accompany my mother to fetch water 20km downhill. It was a long trip, but I always look forward to it.
(to be continued)
