Why Me?
'Ouch!' Another thorn pricked me. If my family weren't so poor, I wouldn't be working here. Anyway, just a few more to go. I am Sandra. I study in a college in Somalia. Let me tell you my story. I was born in Kenya in a decent family. Soon, we had to evict our house since we were stuck up on some dues, and couldn't pay them. We also had to move over to our ancestral house here in Somalia. It is a sleepy country, with not much of a choice. To keep up with financial matters, I was given some work in a rose garden that belonged to the landlord of Nitu aunty's house. The neighbour next door said that she would pay me more than him to mow her humongous lawn, but I was fine. Every year, on Valentine's day, many people come to buy these flowers from us. Perhaps, it is only one of those few days where we have a good sale. Other than that, I have only seen people buy them for their loved ones on their birthday or for a farewell, or a funeral. Coming straight to the...