Hi, my name is Jim Lawala. This is my story. 42 years ago, a small little baby was born. It was a baby boy. It was me. I spent my days as a kid growing up in a poor village, but I was happy. As a poor kid, I remember I often had to eat plain rice with soya sauce. I would walk barefoot 10km to school every day. After school, I would help my father, tending our rice farm. Once a week I will accompany my mother to fetch water 20km downhill. It was a long trip, but I always look forward to it. (to be continued)