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I am a butterfly,beautiful,free and with vibrant colours. But I was not always so; I was called Caroline wambugu by my birth parents but this was not my real name,long ago before I came here on earth,I was given a name by my true father a butterfly.( A butterfly undergoes intense pain to be birthed out). I did not know so until later in life. I came from a poor family many people called us cursed. I knew it and everyone knew it. There was a problem in my family; no one seemed to go anywhere, we never advanced in our education, we were beautiful but unmarried and poor. Oh,I forgot to tell you my mother was taken to the hospital on a wheel barrow where she died,my grandfather was taken to the hospital on a wheelbarrow,where he died and my uncle was meant to get one but.....my brother was driven to the streets; he became a mad man,those men you see carrying a sack while my fate was to die of cancer at 30 years of age but here I am. Free and beautiful. I am not telling you this because I need your pity. But because those shadows became my triumph. The shadows of pain The shadows of rejection The shadows of shame The shadows of humiliation The shadows of lack The shadows of curses The shadows of warfare These shadows have became my testimony. Each shadow I faced was lined with triumph.