I prayed to God to get me something to do. It was corona period lockdown got me at my harsh elder sister's home. Days went by,I still continued to pray and hope for the better to come by.

I was working with my dad teaching people skills of making liquid and bar soap but it was only part time like organisations used to hire us to that for them.
Corona killed it here, gatherings were halted they were no more and that meant no job for me.

As time went by,a certain job came by this job and as per now the job I'm working on now. It came at my worst you know and I couldn't know it would make me more miserable than I used to be. And how would I know anyways now that I got it and it's like a trap so hard to get out of it.

I stay at the work place because it's compulsory in all ways that means I get no time to stay at home. It's more like dormitory life like we are young kids.
Unfair treatments go on each and every other day of work. Working from Monday to Sunday no rest yet the payment is not worth the effort you put in.
Zero appreciation yet expected to give your very best each day. More staff happens each day but no way out.
How I wish time flies so fast that I can work things through so fast.

I wake up every day to face this,hoping that I can make it through. My dad and mom, my family need my support and I need my support too. It's hard and complicated but that's me anyways.
© -@Enock