Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
Oftentimes it all seems hopeless and not in the slightest worthwhile.
Shoes outside the two room home for 15
Sometimes I want to give up.
Oftentimes I pass the lady in the street shuffling on her hands with the stumps of her thighs dragging in the dust behind and I want to cry in frustration.
Sometimes I get angry, emotions boiling up inside me at the injustices.
Oftentimes I despair as I know that I have failed to do enough for a particular family or child.
1st year Secondary – 2 of them are now denied the right to sit their O Level exams this year
Sometimes I lay awake in my bed and feel more alone than any one person could possibly be.
Oftentimes I have a blue day.
A chance encounter on the street, I…
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