These aren't normal essential oil carriers; they're handmade in Africa by the Bomake, women who serve more than 3,000 orphans a day. The women are given a sewing machine , taught to sew and provided materials to make these essential oil clutches. One bag is equal to a day's wages, allowing them to continue to support and feed children in the Nation of Orphans.
I reread the text over and over, but the words were clear on the screen. Barking a short laugh I dropped my phone slightly away from myself. This was beginning to scare me a little. What was I dealing with? Mental illness?
Swaziland has the highest HIV/AIDS rate and lowest life expectancy in the world. Many of these women have lost husbands or loved ones and are left to care for their families themselves.
My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
I'd jumped out of cars and windows, run away through blizzards and camped in woods and still, I'd been had.
Keep it simple, I reminded myself. If this guy got any real thread to my story, I'd be doomed to dive down the rabbit hole with him.