Written by: Admin_SheEvo

I was just a young girl when my mother disappeared from my life, a faceless absence that left me with a void I couldn’t comprehend. Raised by my grandmother, I grew up without the warmth of a mother’s love, her absence like a silent echo in the background of my formative years.

Life moved on, and at that young age, I found myself swept up in the currents of marriage. Pregnant and hopeful, I returned to my grandmother’s house for the delivery process, only to be met with the stark reality that there was no money for the most basic of necessities – including clothes for my unborn child.

My grandmother, with a mix of concern and helplessness, advised me to go and work for what my child would need. Determined to provide, I ventured into my nearest town and secured a job. However, fate had a different plan for me, and after just three weeks of laborious work, the inevitable pain of childbirth began.

In the middle of my hard times, something unpredictable happened. I met a stranger but a caring woman who gave me baby clothes as a gift. It turned out to be a big help when I needed it the most. Her kindness not only provided practical support by easing the financial strain, but it also gave me a renewed sense of hope. Knowing that people are willing to help in difficult times made me feel more connected and less alone in my struggles. As the pains intensified, my employer callously fired me without a penny for my labor.

Desperate and in pain, I stumbled upon another kind soul, a woman who took me into her home and helped me through the throes of childbirth. However, as the clock struck 9:30 pm, I found myself once again cast adrift, sent away into the night.

In the darkness, divine intervention or perhaps sheer luck guided me to the doorstep of the woman who had bestowed upon me the precious baby clothes. Hungry, barefoot, and penniless, I arrived at her doorstep close to midnight, alone and in unfathomable pain. Moved by compassion, she not only remembered me but also provided the care I so desperately needed – again.

Hospitalized for a month, the generosity of this woman and others came to light. Shoes were bought for me, and I was handed money and other necessities for my newborn. As I left the hospital, the weight of the world lifted, and I walked back home, not just with a child in my arms but with a renewed faith in the kindness that can emerge from the most unexpected corners of life.




My name is Yasmine Luhandjula, and I am the Chief Editor for She Evolves World. My role is to plan, manage and produce quality, engaging and informative content for our readers.