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even the baby’s blanket and my mum struggled so hard
I just take him, hold him tight she dug her people’s farm
when the fire came to pay for our school
to give us food, just some food
The flames did not have us she struggled so
I was the last person
to get out of the fire But still we all hustle in life
with my newborn baby I came to Nairobi
Everyone was so surprised for work
All thought we had died but there was no work
when the fire came I got pregnant with a man
he ran away from me
By the Grace of God I thought I could get a
I rescued myself good job
and my baby but no

It was so hard for me My name is Annet Wafula
where to sleep I am 23 years old
where to go I had a lot of dreams about life
what will we wear but all was lost
what will we eat I loved playing volleyball
I had dreams
My name is Annet Wafula
That cotton baby rubber I used I thank God now
to cover my baby for meeting Positive Life Kenya
like a napkin they encourage me
That was the only thing I have hope, they say
I got out If I have possessions or not
When the fire came I have life
All my baby’s clothes My name is Annet Wafula
All my certificates of education I rescued my baby
My very little money when the fire came
all burned away I will not give up

My name is Annet Wafula
Everything I had
I lost
I was born in a family of six
My dad and mum loved us
but when I was 4 years old
my dad died

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