When I was about 5 years old, my father passed away and life took a dramatic turn. My uncles from my father’s side took all his properties, per the custom in my village in Ghana, so each of my father’s seven wives had to find ways to provide and take care of their children. My mother struggled to get enough food — mainly beans and vegetables — to make even one daily meal for myself and my six siblings. She would make our food as spicy as possible so that we would have to drink a lot and fill our stomachs with water.
But during these difficult years when I was in primary school and junior high, my mother always made sure I went to school.
Primary and secondary school are not free in Ghana. At the beginning of each school term, my mother asked the headmaster if I could start classes …
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