Hi, my name is Jim Lawala. This is my story.
Forty two years ago, a baby was born.
It was a baby boy.
It was me.
I was born into a farming village.
I was a middle child with 5 other siblings, I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters.
I grew up as a poor kid.
I still remember I used to eat plain rice with soya sauce almost everyday.
I would walk barefoot 10 km to school.
After school, I would help my father tending our rice fields.
(to be continued)