A crash course in changing the world.
Sabira felt a wave of heat on her face she opened the oven door. She quickly took out the brown loaf, wrapped it in brown paper. She had been working at this bakery ever since she was fifteen. She remembered the kind faces of the white people who helped build it. How one woman showed her how to work the oven and how even though they didn't live their they came to help. She passed the loaf of bread over to her mother who exchanged it for a few coins to the man at the front of the shop. When Sabira's mother was growing up she diddn't know when the next meal was going to be. But now she knew that if her husband did't come back with something to eat then they could just have a loaf instead. She could now support her four children with cothes to wear. She did not worry anymore.