Life has been tough and even much worse ever since my husband passed away. I have no one to help me. My husband left me with nothing. It is easy to see that the hardships and struggles of extreme poverty have had a terrible toll on my health and physical appearance. It’s causing me to age rapidly. I own only a few tattered clothes and I am always barefooted. 

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I always have to expend a lot of energy under the hot and dry climate of the North, to gather firewood to sell before I can feed myself, not to even think of clothes, healthcare or getting a decent accommodation. Even feeding myself is a problem since I am unable to make ends meet with  earnings from the firewood and charcoal trade. 

The people in the community are poor; they don't have money to buy and since I don’t farm, this is the only way I can eat.  I have been tired of life. The suffering has been too much.

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I believe the lives of most people are shaped, at some point, by someone who took the time and effort to pour something into their lives. Unfortunately, the people in this community are quite disadvantaged and we are not normally afforded such privileges.

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The Africa in Me interacted with me and got first hand information of my situation. They donated food items and clothing to me. My joy and gratitude is unimaginable. The Africa in Me has also provided a more sustainable job for me in shea butter production. This is unbelievable. I have never dreamt of such kindness.