Anita Ganlua, was built on foundations of solid hate. Her inner strength was tempered in fires of anger and even now, after years of building and renovations, it’s hate and anger that holds her in place.
From this prison she glares out at the world, through thick windows, seeing the worst in people and expecting the world to see the worst in her, and hate her for it.
But what people actually see is an ordinary woman, sometimes smiling, sometimes worried, sometimes busy, sometimes crying. An ordinary woman who’s built, for her own children, foundations of love, tempered in kindness.