One day, while attending a political gathering, I noticed a woman selling juices. At
that moment, I found myself wondering: What was stopping me from doing the same?
When I returned home, I mulled over the idea. Although I was uncertain about its
feasibility, I made up my mind to start a business of my own.
A few days later, I began selling rotis, dholl puris, and juices from my bicycle. Waking
up at four every morning became my new routine.
Sixteen years have since passed, and I still approach my work with the same passion. Whether it’s raining or under the scorching sun, I take out my bicycle simply because I love what I’m doing.
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“Ene zour kan mo ti pe assister ene meeting mone remark ene madame laba ki ti pe vend jus. A sa moment la, mone deman mo mem ki pe empes mwa faire mem travay. Mone pense lor la kan mone retourn lakaz. Malgre mo pa ti sire si sa pu ene bon lider, mone decide pu kumens ene business par mo mem.
Et apre imper zour, mone kumens vend rotis, dholl puris et jus lor mo bicyclet. Sa ine vine ene routine pu mwa pu lever quatre heure tou les zour. Seize ans in passer et mo enkor faire mo travay avec mem passion. Mem ena lapli ou soi gro soley, mo tir mo bicyclet simplement parski mo konten saki mo pe fer.”
“Sa ine vine ene routine pu mwa pu lever quatre heure tou les zour. Seize ans in passer et mo enkor faire mo travay avec mem passion.”
