Sledge, not his real name, slurs incomprehensible words, euphoric in a newly found utopia. His king-sized bed, a pile of waste, discarded plastic bottles, rusty cans, and stinky Tetra park milk cartons, is his treasure trove. This mountain of garbage a sore sight to some is his family’s livelihood. Sledge is an Entrepreneur, a hustling
In 2017 I finally took the plunge, to express myself in words — a burning desire that had consumed my childhood dreams. I was way past the age of adventure-seeking, in my twilight thirties. I was committed to stability. Writing wasn’t just a hobby, but a life and death commitment I would do this to