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“When I remember that December is coming, I get anxious. We pay rent at the end of the year and we don’t have it. We’re saving all we can but we’re only halfway there. My husband sells kabobs but it’s not going well. I’m selling bananas to help out. My children are wearing torn school uniforms. I can only afford books for some of them. I prioritize by who will get in the least amount of trouble with their teachers. The smallest one doesn’t have any books right now, because I need the oldest one to get high marks. I don’t know what I’ll do if we get evicted. But I bounce back. I’m a happy person. And all of the shopkeepers around here are my friends. We keep each other distracted. We play jokes on each other. We make each other laugh. And we share what we have. Some of them are drivers, and if they drive out to the province, they’ll bring back food for me. So life can be good. Things are manageable. And I’m fine as long as I stay busy. I only withdraw when I remember the challenges I have.” (Accra, Ghana)

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