You're born by poor parents amidst myriad of you to come take them out of poverty they couldn't do themselves.
Not that there's a layout plan for you to achieve that, your birth is just a gamble that perhaps you may be the destiny child they've been waiting for as they rely on one of their old sayings - three generations don't dwell in poverty.
Society never lambast them for giving birth to the number they can't afford to feed but back it up for them with another useless sayings - we don't can't the number of someone's children.
If you're the first child, your living is eke out as you're constantly remembered your younger ones are there.
You can't go out with your colleagues to play as you like, denied a lot of childhood activities as you become your younger one's protector and mini-parents.
They sing it to your ears that for every good thing they're doing for you now, you'll replicate same to your younger ones.
A lot of pressure is put on you to quickly grow-up and succeed as an adult to come take over their responsibilities as parents.
And if you're the last child, you're brought up with the hope that you'll soon be enjoying one's your elder one's finishes school and secure a good job as most of family expenses had been exhausted on them and parents can't provide as before.
All promises became futile as elder one's are still battling with their life struggles and now your struggle begins.
You grew up with a lot of abuses and molestations from neighbors and acquaintances as they vividly know there's no one to come to your aid.
You struggle your way out of life chaos and hustle then when you manage to maintain a bit of stability, you're faced with another predicament.
By this time, parents are now old and weak, no retirement/investment plan to fall back on but you.
Most times this comes with old age related illness, you spend, spend and spend the little you have even with some borrowing on them till you silently wishes they just die to get relieved from this.
All uncles, elders and sisters that made fake promises are nowhere to be found as everyone carries their crosses.
You rinse and repeat and the cycle of poverty continues...
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