I was born into poverty in a small family. I had no parents or family to take care of me, so I had to fend for myself.
I was determined to make something of myself and, when I was old enough, I decided to go to the local temple in search of a job.
I was welcomed warmly by the local priest and he gave me a job as a “medium”, somebody who would communicate with the gods and spirits. I was so excited and thought that this was my destiny. I was finally able to make something of myself and I was sure that I was going to be successful in this new role.
Little did I know what was in store for me. As soon as I started working, I was treated worse than a dog. I was given the worst jobs, the most menial tasks, and never received any recognition or appreciation. I was expected to work long hours and was never given any food or rest.
I was constantly scolded and chastised for the slightest mistakes or for not working fast enough.
I was so desperate to make something of myself that I continued to work, despite the abuse. I thought that if I just worked harder, I would eventually be rewarded for my efforts. But nothing changed.
My situation got even worse when I started hearing rumours about the temple. People were saying that the priests were using me as a medium to make money. They were using me to contact the gods and spirits and make prophecies that people would pay for. They were exploiting me and using me for their own gain.
I was determined to get out of this situation, but I had no one to turn to. I was afraid and alone and had nowhere to go. I was too scared to speak out and I felt like I had no choice but to continue to suffer in silence.
Eventually, I decided to leave the temple. I knew that it was not the life I was meant to live and I was determined to make something of myself. I decided to start a small business selling goods at the local market.