From truant to changing slum lives

When I was in class three I hated my English teacher. I hated her because she asked me to read out aloud in class. And because I could not read, the other pupils giggled and laughed whenever I tried.

Growing up in the slums of Manyatta meant that everyone had to contribute in placing food on the table. And although education was viewed as a luxury and only the fortunate could afford, my mother took it upon herself to ensure that we all attended school.