Akon lived in Kenya as a young girl who loves to go to school but her school was interrupted when she turned 18 years old. She became a mother and that was the beginning of all her problems. The man who she had a baby with refused to marry her and then her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Akon looks after her mother but she later passed. Her Dad asked her if they could go to South Sudan as part of the voluntary return of the refugees but Akon refused to go. Akon left South Sudan while she was still a very little girl and she feared that life could be more complicated if she was to go with her dad. Akon took another journey and went to Nakuru and she was expecting. While in Nakuru, poverty hit her hard because she has no external help. Akon first settled with her uncle then moved to rent a small room where she pays the monthly rent of about 700 Kenyan shillings. In her new place, one of Akon children fall sick but she was not sure of the severity of the illness. One day, she decided to take the child to a nearest public hospital. She thought her child could help but to her disappointment, doctors declared her child dead.
“I took my child and they told that the child was dead. How can you tell me that my child is dead? Knowing what happened, I have no one to help me in burial. I am asked these Kenyans if they could help me to bury my child. I told them that I have no one to help me and they helped me.”
Despite these sufferings, Akon later changed the direction of her life by starting a small business by scaling charcoals then later opened a small a kiosk.
