MY SILENCE CAUSED PAIN
The aroma of th e usual spaghetti sauce my aunty prepares for lunch filled the room as we entered the house. Getting home, I was filled with so much happiness. I was just in primary 4, but I hated school , maybe it’s because I had lit tle or no friends. I only stare at the wall clock, praying for 1:00PM and the sound of the bell signaling time to go home. Entering the house was satisfyingly until I was called to deliver a bottle of c oca cola to our neighbor . You see, my aunt y was a house wife with side hustles. She loved to live the life , buy fancy wrappers, dresses, and her light skin maintaining creams but since her husband never indulges her, and the daily money he drops for food not being enough, she began to sell drinks and snacks. I hawk the snacks at the market close to the house after school, while she sold drinks to the neighbors. Th...