I hawked too.
I hawked bread in the morning and oranges in the afternoon. When the sun was shining and when the rain was falling, I had to go out and hawk.
I would walk from street to street shouting “buy sweet bread, soft bread” or “buy big orange”. It was on those streets I got my marketing skills. I don’t even know what it means to have home-training, I was trained by the streets. I look all tush now and I read a lot so I speak well, but once I switch to pidgin, heads turn. They cannot understand how such a proper looking lady can be so razz. Hehehe.
People say “thank God we don’t look like what we’ve been through.” I personally think that’s a crap statement. I look like what I’ve been through, maybe not physically, but I am a product of every single thing I’ve been through. My scars are my badges of honor. If you look at me and see cracks, that is just great, honey. I do not have to be perfect to be beautiful. All those cracks you see, they are evidence that my broken was fixed. Do not ever let anyone intimidate you or make you believe you’re less because of something you’ve been through. You fought and you won and that is the most wonderful thing.