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Day 251

I am not as perfect as I thought I was – that’s what I learned today 🙁

It’s 7: 25 PM on day 251 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to finish reading A Purloined Life – the first of two books in Stella Cameron‘s Charmed – it was a typical romance novel … so predictable 🙁 – brush my teeth, feed myself two-minute noodles for breakfast, publish my Kid of the Week feature featuring 12-year-old Elliot Mast (@elliotmast) – Elliot’s such a sweet boy he sent a short and sweet thank-you note a few hours later – Elliot as I said in my reply I am SO proud of you 🙂 – feed myself rice and curry for lunch, watch TV, tweet and Facebook about my Clean Water For All Campaign –no luck – feed myself Chapati for dinner and continue to tweet and Facebook about campaign – still no luck 🙁

As you know I pride myself on honest but today when my father looked at my bank balance and said you only have a $100 in here I felt like a loser so I responded by saying I’ll get more money next week advertisers are paying me – I lied – but now I realize that I had no reason to lie and that it’s okay to make mistakes once in a while. Have you ever said or done something that has shattered your self-image?

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if you’ve given to my cause or you can’t give now, please help me by sharing my cause with others. You can tweet about it like my friend Stan Faryna. This is the tweet he uses: @Nisha360 is a brave, smart young woman trying to make a better world for us all. Please help her do an amazing thing. http://bit.ly/hC7vOu

Stan’s very sweet for saying so, but feel free to write what reflects you best.

Thanks to all my friends out there who are helping me make my dream come true: to make a better world for all of us!

Day 204

Words are like bullets: when well aimed, they have a pretty hard effect. – Unknown

It’s 4: 25 PM on day 204 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to survive a five hour road trip back to East London – the place I call home.

Yesterday our hometown of Lusikisiki was plunged into darkness so we started talking and Kevin – my ten-year-old brother – said with tears in his eyes you’re the reason I’m fat every time I eat something I wonder what you’re going to say and because of that I don’t even want to eat anymore and in that moment I saw life thought his eyes and couldn’t hold back the tears I just kept saying I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Are you shooting somebody in the heart every time you open your mouth?