I know I can do it

Living my life the way I do now is one thing I have always called a blessing, a divine intervention and the will of God. Because of the society in which I find myself, the decadence that it is engulfed with and the vulnerability of the children and women, I have always nurtured this vision of bettering the lives of the children in my community and making the world a better place where they could live.
I am the fourth child of a single-parent-family with five kids. 21 years ago my father died leaving a 28 years old girl with five kids to take care of. She struggled; sought for help from family members and in-laws; did all sorts of menial jobs to see her children through school but it’s like her best was just not enough. Remarriage? Of course she was young enough for that, but what man will marry a widow with five children aged 3, 5, 7, 10 and 12? I have not seen that type of love here where I live. I was the fortunate one of all her five kids to have been spotted by a neighbor who thought I will be a waste sitting at home, not going to school. Though she could not personally help financially, she tried by linking my mother with one NGO which supported me through primary education through their child sponsorship program. This was short lived with the advent of the civil war in Sierra Leone which led to the halt of the operations of all NGOs in the country. That led to the rebirth of a stronger obstacle in my journey.
While it is widely believed that some people benefited from the civil war in Sierra Leone, for others (like us) it was a dark night turned into nightmare. It was like adding sorrows to injuries. So many people, especially, children died and for some of us who stayed alive, it came to a point where we began to wish we had followed. When it was time for me to go back to school, it was not easy. At the age of 13, I had to start dating men who could render financial assistance to my family and I, I had to go out in the streets selling, just to help my mother out with the family responsibilities and with our education. One may want to ask why it has to be only me helping out at home, when I had earlier mention that I am 4th of five children. The first, (a girl) was by then staying with a relative who had promised sending her to school. The second, (a boy) who had been abducted by the rebels, we were not sure we will see again and the third and fifth were suffering from sickle cell which is believed claimed our father’s life. So, I was the healthiest and only help my mother could get at the moment.
As a result of what I have undergone in life, culminated with what I see around, I have always developed this vision of helping, in my own way the underprivileged children in my society and give hope to those whose hope the society has stolen away. I don’t wish to see any child suffer hardship and societal neglect in my community.
I want to be a voices of our future correspondent because I believe this vision of mine cannot be achieved singlehandedly. I believe it could be achieved with the help of the members of this community. Yes I may get their stories, views and news, but how far can I go with them alone? I know if these are shared as a voices of our future correspondent, the feedbacks, responses and contributions I may receive back will go a long way.