My Mother became tense and didn't know what to do at that moment. She decided to keep the baby and run away from the white man, even if it takes sleeping on the streets. My Mother and I became a street sleeper, where we were exposed to all kinds and types of cars and bad atrocities on the road. My Mother became an alms beggar just to get some money to take care of the unborn baby.
After a month, we went back into the basement we left because of the harshness of the weather and the shame my mother faced on the streets with her torn clothes and her untidy hair. Some people do refer to her as a Mad Woman and wanted to take her to the psychiatrists but She told them She wasn't Mad and ran away back to the basement. I took up the job given to Me by the White Man just when I saw that the suffering was getting too much. My Mother became sick but with time She recovered. After all My suffering from the day’s work, I was only able to receive 10 u.s dollars. I had to manage the money to feed My Family and buy drugs for My Mother. My Mother had My younger sister in the basement. She came out with her body filled with blood and water and I held her in my arms with her umbilical cord . We used a broken bottle to cut off the cord and I gave her back to My Mother. My Mother looked at her and started shedding tears because She never planned to have another child with the same suffering She was going through. My Mother gave her the name Annie while she called me shedrack. My sister was a little bit lightened in complexion and had blue eyes because She took a little from the White Man's complexion and also took his eyes. Annie was wrapped in a soft cloth and placed on My Mother's arms to receive her first breast...