TRUE STORY OF JOSEPH JJUUKO. HOW HE WAS STUDIED UP UNIVERSITY AS A POOR LITTLE BOY FROM AFRICAN.
I grew up in deep village with my Dad; who was a poor peasant farmer. My mum had divorced in my infancy stage. We were over ten children at home. Subsistence Farming was the only source of income at home.
I studied only in public schools until I was completed high school; public schools was the only optional to my poor dad. There things like spending hungry at school and being chased out of class due lack of school fees; “ I always shed out tears when I remember such moments”
I tried all my best to continue to University, but there was no way forward. First of all; I was poor and no had money in our family to afford university bills. My father had already tried to sell his garden of sweet potatoes, but there was no one to buy it. Everything in my life turned dark.
I vowed to die trying, than to live lest of my life uneducated. So when dates of university intake drew near, I left home and start looking for any sort of work possible with aim of raising school fees. The beginning was not easy, I once chased away from building site after having submitted my job application just for no proper reason. I wrote more than ten applications for job and all were rejected. I hated everything about myself and I wished my life was ending because I had nothing to eat, and I had nothing like coin in my pocket since I had spend all money over renting. I spent several days without eating, I started admire to eat from a pit just to be alive. Once I tried to sell a pint of blood for 25,000UGX (~$6) at Byansi clinic, so I could eat. I could wake up early in the morning and start looking for any sort of work, many people ignored me, but I never quit. I asked door to door and person per person to see if I can be employed. I kept crying for help, but there was no to help.
My life was not worth living. Often sleeping to “forget the misery of hunger”. I could eat water just to keep life going on. Once I moped a neighbor’s floor and compound, just all to survive.
After two weeks; I managed to get my first job, it was to lift and arranging poles for fence in the market yard. I could never exceed 2,000UGX per day for all period I spent there; the money that was not even enough for one meal, but I do submitted and act all my best. I worked there for few weeks and left for pottering at building site. I got very many injuries from building site, but I always found myself working just very hard. I learned to accept any sort of work, and I cut down on all unnecessary expenses.
The most hurtful thing I can never forget was pottering at certain building site for a full week and paid nothing, I demanded my money for almost a month and eventually I was cheated.
I came to realize that no person is beyond God’s help and that no tragedy is so great that God cannot comfort us, and always try your best even if you fail keep trying, God sees your passion and persistence. It was like other mornings. I was at building site, there was a certain family from Sweden just on other side of the site taking breakfast. I approached the family and kindly ask them to connect me to any Education sponsor in their country if was possible. It took like one hour and I was called back to them. They asked for my contact and they promised pay all school fees . Now I am studying Bsc. Computer science and information technology at Kampala University.
This has taught me that problems are only opportunities with thorns on them. Always try your best even if you fail keep trying, God sees your passion and persistence. Keep moving forward; even with tears in your eyes.
I really thank the family of Ahlnêr( Mrs.Emelie, Mr.Christer, Mrs.Ida, Mrs. Ann Louise Lollo, and Others) in Sweden. You made me what I am today and what I will be in future. You’ve made my future bright. You deserve more than just a “ thanks”.
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