Short Story
I’m writing this because I don’t know where else to turn. I’m scared. I’m tired. And I just need a little help — not a handout, but a hand up.
Your support could help me:
Pay off the choking loans
Take care of my sick mother
Buy basic tools to start creating and earning
Get into university and pursue a scholarship
Finally breathe, focus, and rebuild our lives
I don’t want to give up. I believe I can still rise. If you’ve ever lost someone, struggled to survive, or had a dream that felt just out of reach, then maybe you understand how much this means.
Even the smallest support will change our lives. Please, help me fight for a better future.
With love, tears, and hope,
Faustina
A Daughter fighting to survive dream and care for her sick mother
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Campaign Story
A Daughter Fighting to Survive, Dream, and Care for Her Sick Mother
Hello, my name is Faustina ,and this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.
Two years ago, I lost my dad — my protector, my provider, my everything. Since then, it’s just been my mom and me, trying to survive each day as it comes. My mom has fallen seriously ill, and without any support system, I’ve had to become everything — caregiver, provider, student, and dreamer — all at once.
To survive, I’ve taken out multiple loans from loan apps just to cover her medical needs, feed us, and keep a roof over our heads. But now, these loan apps are breathing down our necks, calling constantly, threatening, making it even harder to breathe. Most days, I don’t even know what peace feels like anymore.
And still — through all of this — I dream.
I dream of going to university. I dream of becoming a data scientist. I’ve always loved school and excelled academically since secondary school. I know I have the brains and the passion — what I don’t have are the means.
I’ve tried to find ways to earn — I wanted to start a YouTube channel or a blog — something creative and hopeful. But I don’t even have the basic tools to begin. No phone strong enough. No laptop. No camera. Just me and my tired, but fighting heart.
I’m writing this because I don’t know where else to turn. I’m scared. I’m tired. And I just need a little help — not a handout, but a hand up.
Your support could help me:
Pay off the choking loans
Take care of my sick mother
Buy basic tools to start creating and earning
Get into university and pursue a scholarship
Finally breathe, focus, and rebuild our lives
I don’t want to give up. I believe I can still rise. If you’ve ever lost someone, struggled to survive, or had a dream that felt just out of reach, then maybe you understand how much this means.
Even the smallest support will change our lives. Please, help me fight for a better future.
With love, tears, and hope,
Faustina


