No job, no money. I should never have come to Abuja. I can’t even afford to have my hair braided all back not to talk of a wig. I’ve been wondering recently what it would feel like to die. All the problems would end right. Anyways, luckily I’m not suicidal and neither a quitter. I know it will get better sooner than later. Thank God am beautiful. Each time I stare at myself in the mirror, I feel better