2019 Christmas was awesome with the blind and their families.



\"Creating
Creating friendship
\"Shearing
Shearing children things
\"Shearing
Shearing adult things
\"Raw
Raw food, cloths, shoes etc...
\"After
After making peace and getting there to understand
\"Some
Some of the distributed items
\"Arriving
Arriving late on 25th ..
\"Pregnant
Pregnant and expectant mothers where not left out.

This year I had every reason to cancel this trip but I refused to. I remembered the tears of joy and happiness in the faces of women and children in come in contact with on Christmas day. My heart was restless knowing how my kids will be looking out for me, I allowed the stories I read on worldpulse play in my head over and over again. I looked back at growing up and my current situation, fear gripped my heart knowing what it's feels like to have nothing is actually an inspiration to help you know. 



 I decided no matter what happens that I will turn up for Alaba rago Christmas giving this year. Till the 24th nothing had happened until that evening when I eventually got some cloths to add up to what I already had.  On the 25th my sisters at giving mum (6 person watsap group) raised about 50$ to add up as support and I also got some personal cash with me. 



I bought Rice, garri etc..  And I started packing them gradually alone. I finish at about 2pm and needed to move them down to the mini community where the majority are blind people with their wife and children.



As I walked down the slums some young men rushed out holding sticks with very angry tone,  I couldn't understand what was happening until it's was almost turning a fight,  I was afraid as I have experienced something similar in 2017 when I wanted to empower women and girls in this community though a different location.



I summoned courage from the tons of stories that I have read on world pulse once again, being a survival of domestic violence and emotional abuse I looked right into their eyes and begged them to allow my put a smile on my fellow women face. I brought out an industrial hair cover and covered up my head immediately. 



I spoke of empathy, Love, poverty and starvation and guess what they joined me and we became a team . They lead me to this very small community with special persons. 



Our distribution was love filled, the women and children where happy. Even my team mates got this for themselves as their cloths where worn out also, even though I was forced to pay them in the end  



I left feeling fufiled and thankful to the writers of all the stories I have read on this platform of sisterhood. 



Note : I couldn't take enough pictures because I was afraid of loosing my phone. 



Important :I am not a good writer so please ignore all typo errors and love a sister with her flaws. I love you all 

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