PROSTITUTION? NOT ME

When my father got sick this year, I actually didn't have any money to take him to hospital. because the doctors wanted thirty thousand shillings something that I couldn't afford and non of my relatives could even afford.
The much we were able to fundraise was fifteen thousand. I shared this with my friends who advised me to join them in prostitution was that I could raise the money within three days I was so angry and frustrated. I left them and left everything to God. Well the money couldn't be found and my father died two weeks later. We buried him and today my life continues.

Location: Lukonyi, BUSIA, KENYA