My Father and Mother died when I was 2 years old. I was raised by my Uncle who could send me on the streets to beg for some money to whoever passes by.
One time when I was twelve years old, some man called Amos took me promising to educate me. When we reached there, he could not. He mistreated me. One time he hosted a friend and force me to sleep with this man. I found out I was pregnant and also HIV positive.
I was disappointed and I hated this man and my Uncle. Whenever I see him, I remember all he has done to me. I felt like as if he is the one who killed my parents. Because of all this, I chose to join the group of ladies who are on the streets.
One of my friends who was a prostitute began to tell me of her new life in Christ and the hope she has in the Lord. I asked her also to take me to these Ladies of Hope. I now feel restored. The Spirit of the Lord has taken away my disappointment.I have joy now!