ANKARA JUMPSUIT BY ANDRELLA
African Story ; Patience Nididi
Prologue 2003 Ogbaru It took determination for us to crawl out of that hellhole we had lived in, the constant struggle to stay alive, the hopelessness of knowing that there was no food and knowing not when the next meal will come, we weren’t just poor. We were dirt poor. The clothes we wore hung limply from our frames with patches, not just my mother but my brothers had also emaciated, they had stopped going to school since our father died _food was more necessary_ I was always afraid and worried but I had to be strong to take care of Chuwkudi and Kelechi. The few months after Papa’s death they always cried at night in my room. It was only recently before I left home that they had seemed tough. The Anyebu family had little in the way of funds, we had next to nothing. We had lived in the outskirts of the Ogbaru community in Anambra state, my mother tried to sell off the few things we possessed but even as we sold the house it was not enough so I began to look for a hu
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