My Journey

I’m an Ethiopian. I come from a family who has seven girls and three boys. My father was a self literate lawyer. My mom lost her mother when she was thirteen. She quit school and married my father. She was not happy about it. She had a job, my father stopped her working. She had a big land with trees; he didn’t allow her to do anything with it. “A woman’s money is not important for his family…”How foolish! She was unhealthy, but taught eight of us the KG lessons indoor and we started school from Grade One. All the girls had to do all the house chores. I was the best student in the elementary school, but was not on secondary school. Little time to study, and at night…we had to watch over each other. There was a family member who tried to rape any of us.
In my community women are not respected enough. I wrote article on Ethiopian Herald about women suffering in Arab world. I wrote a book to protect youth from online cheating. Every girl should learn and every woman should work. I’m trying to support women suffering with fistula. I give what I’ve and share my talents. Nobody helps me. I want the women to make things and sale them online. I need digital devices to train them. I’d like to have better education and training to reach as many women as I can. I want to show women can do better.