The refugee

  My name is Samuel Aziz l was born, but l know not about my parents and my country. All l know is my lot in life was as brittle as Jenga pieces, l fought to get one meal per day if it was a good day. l have seen my friends fall into drugs and killing just to survive, here your life is as strong as your luck and as fleeting as your hope. The promise of going to a new country and starting a new life keeps us going, at some point dreams are the only food we fed on for some nights until we had ravage in bins for lefts overs. We had become immune to diseases not because of any medical help but because any sickness is death to us so our body became strong from our will to survive. I closed my eyes to see conjured fantasies the future l dreamt about only to be awoken by someone fighting or escaping the police. This was my life for a time, one day we heard people were crossing the border to other countries to start a new life and we made a goal to save enough to reach that goal. So we stopped cars to wash them and took cash that had been dropped under the street code number 2: finders, keepers. The streets to its occupants have in own system and laws, you would do well to follow them. After a year of careful preparation, we were ready to go, unaware of the dangers that we would face, hope had rejuvenated us but blinded us as well. We set on our way eager to arrive at the country that would change our lives and our future, but the truth was to come in time. When we arrived at the border, since we were entering without any papers, we had to go through a river that separated us from our goal. Deep as it was we entered anyway, no turning back became our insignia to fuel our intent.  The harshness of waves pushes with great pressure and we were almost throne adrift but years of bathing in dams had given us the skills to navigate the river, and so we did until we reached the end of the river. We had finally made it, we began to set towards the nearby city new Weaverville and by near meant 100 km away. So it took about 10 days to get there since we had little food and constantly got tired.

New Weaverville was a well-known city in the country and different opportunities were found depending on your luck and connections. So we separated since they wanted to visit other cities and l stayed. I slept in the street while l worked at the old Chinese restaurant backroom throwing garbage and basic cleaning. With no papers, l was not worth anything and pay even worse. So l worked there until l had enough to go and get a work permit and id card, which l eventually did but the process was hard and costly so l lost most of it that process

Become almost penniless again. Then one day l saw an ad that had a job in doing community service jobs, as a child born on the streets selfishness keeps you alive, but little by little l started to see selfishness kept me alive but lonely. So without a second thought l signed up and went straight to the center. l got a job doing community service errands and helping people and years would go on for while and l made a name around the community people on the street would call me by name and thank me for my help, to id it because of the newfound selfless heart that started to grow with me.  After a time l became the leader of different centers around the country helping street kids and every person in need. The outlook of the country was heavenly but many small people suffered or were never heard due to lack of power. So with the power l had l started to spread the message to everyone unable to speak let us be your mouthpiece, as those who came from nothing, this topic hit home for me so l had to do it wholeheartedly started campaigns to help the cause and soon the word spread around the country, so much that after 2 years is were l became president after a very hard presidential campaign. My background made me the unqualified

Candidate.  In the beginning, l was even told to stop but by the momentum of my previous campaign l was able to build a following. Without them, l would not have been the president. I remember my past on the streets every day, the hopeless boy who had nothing and the helps me stay humble even after gaining all the wealth, l am president Samuel Aziz, and l am a refugee.