My House and My Horse

What does your house look like? Is it a handsome house, built to impress; your dream house, with a white picket fence; a modest house on the family farm? Perhaps it is a beautiful, spacious apartment; maybe you live in a very small apartment; maybe you live in a dormitory or residence.
But I live here. I am blessed to live in a two-room house with my mother and three siblings, as well as my aunt, cousin, and grandmother. Our large room is just long enough that I can lay down in it without touching either the wall at my head or my mother laying crosswise at my feet. The other room is too short for me to even lie down in, and is just wide enough for me to squeeze past my sister as she sits cross-legged to cook.
Is your bed rich, vintage, modern, or simple? Maybe your mattress is on the floor. And what kind of mattress do you have? Pillow Top? Innerspring? Memory Foam? Euro Top? Orthopedic? My mattress is a rough, empty burlap sack, because I give the younger children the nice mattresses of thinly spread clothes.
What stove do you cook on? Is it gas or electric? Do you like to barbeque over charcoal? Ours is a charcoal stove, but we don’t actually burn charcoal in it. Instead, we burn the manure from my horse, because we cannot afford to buy charcoal.
My horse. I should tell you about my horse. I take care of my family, because I am the man of the house now. When my father left, I had to take care of the women and children, so I am a driver in town. We cannot afford to go to school anyway, so it does not matter that I work while my friends learn in their grades 7 and 8 classrooms. Every morning I take the horse into town and she becomes a taxi, driving this way and that way all day long. In the evening, when we are both so tired and business slows, I buy food and supplies for my horse and then count our profit. Some days I count more than thirty Birr! (CAD1.70) and some days much less remains. My mother uses our day’s wages to buy food and soap, but it is not always enough. I do not know how we will pay rent at the end of the month if I cannot earn more and save more each day. The only other option we have is for my sister to begin to work for men, but I cannot bear that thought. Some of her friends have started already, but I cannot—I will not!—think of her joining them in that part of town. So I go to town earlier and come home later. I will provide. We will endure. Will you help me? Through Blessing the Children Canada, you can sponsor any of the four younger children for $30, $60, or $90 per month. Then I wouldn’t have to worry so much. Please—before you get into your soft, warm bed tonight, after a filling meal in your beautiful home—please think of us and pray for us.
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