My mother worked hard in the farm to grow crops so that we can eat.
She reared the cows and the goats so that she can care for us.
But when my father came, he would sell the cows, he would sell the products we had, and he went and drank with his friends in the bars.
Because my mother was a woman, she was not allowed to own any property, and by default, everything in my family anyway belongs to my father, so he had the right.
And if my mother ever questioned him, he beat her, abused her, and really it was difficult.
When I went to school, I had a dream. I wanted to become a teacher.
Teachers looked nice. They wear nice dresses, high-heeled shoes.
I found out later that they are uncomfortable, but I admired it.
(Laughter) But most of all, the teacher was just writing on the board -- not hard work, that's what I thought, compared to what I was doing in the farm. So I wanted to become a teacher.
I worked hard in school, but when I was in eighth grade, it was a determining factor.