{"id":92436,"date":"2025-10-27T10:10:33","date_gmt":"2025-10-27T08:10:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ihapari.com\/?p=92436"},"modified":"2025-10-27T12:17:58","modified_gmt":"2025-10-27T10:17:58","slug":"nosso-e-melhor-tu-pudes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ihapari.com\/en\/nosso-e-melhor-tu-pudes\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bigger Backyard and the Fattening"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The inspiring story of Salimo, a young man who left the streets to become a small business owner in poultry farming.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Salimo was born on a silent dawn, without a celebration, without an announcement, without a newspaper entry. Only his fragile cry echoed through the mud house, mixed with the exhaustion of a mother who, despite her poverty, harbored a rare glow in her heart: hope.
He had no layette. His clothes were donated, and his makeshift crib was a wooden box lined with old cloths. Still, there was something precious in the air: every time she rocked him, she whispered in his ear\u2014"You are greater than this beginning.".
In that forgotten neighborhood, where rain seeped through rooftops and the sun burned cracked walls, children grew up dreamless because they were taught that dreaming was a waste of time. But there was something different about Salimo. Even as a child, his eyes weren't content to gaze down at the beaten earth. He always looked ahead, as if searching for horizons no one else could see.
He was invisible to almost everyone. There were no visitors at the maternity ward, no cake on his first birthday, no expensive toys. But, in the silence of the early mornings, his mother believed. And this belief was the first inheritance Salimo would receive.
Because sometimes, what changes a destiny is not the wealth we are born into, but the strength of those who teach us to believe before we even know how to walk.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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You can:<\/strong> It doesn't matter if your beginnings were small or invisible. What matters is the vision you carry within you. It's this vision that will make you visible to the world.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/details>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t

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Salimo grew up surrounded by simple walls and silent dreams. His mother, firm in hope, believed there was more to her son than poverty allowed. It was she who, one sunny morning, led him by the hand to the small neighborhood school.
The building was modest, almost forgotten. The iron gate creaked, the floor was dirt, the desks scratched by generations of children who had passed through it. But to Salimo, none of this seemed an obstacle. That place, with its peeling walls and rickety windows, felt like a portal to another world.
In the courtyard, dust rose with the rush of children. Some already knew where to sit, others played as if they were at home. Salimo felt small, but a mixture of fear and curiosity arose within him.
When the teacher wrote the first letters on the board, his eyes lit up. The noise in the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the sound of the chalk and the charm of the words. Each line on the board seemed like an invitation to discover a secret.
He didn't know it yet, but he was facing one of the biggest turning points of his life. School wouldn't erase poverty, but it would plant invisible seeds within him. Seeds of the future.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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You can:<\/strong> Every school door you pass through is also a door to the future.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/details>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t

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From the very first days, it became clear that there was something different about Salimo. The letters that others memorized without enthusiasm, he devoured with a sparkle in his eyes. Each word he learned was like a key that opened invisible doors. In mathematics, he discovered a pleasure in solving problems, as if the numbers were puzzles waiting for him.
But while school revealed paths to him, it also revealed the scars of inequality. While some classmates arrived with colorful lunchboxes, he often found himself with nothing but empty stomachs. While others brought new notebooks, Salimo reused crumpled pages. His pencil was small, barely reaching the eraser, but he held it like someone protecting a treasure.
His differences were noticed and sometimes used as a weapon. Some classmates laughed at his worn shoes and patched clothes. Others whispered when they saw the worn pages of his notebook. It hurt, but he wouldn't let himself be silenced. Still, he never stopped raising his hand to answer. Each time he got it right, his embarrassment lessened, and his confidence grew.
School was at once a space of pain and discovery. And in this fragile balance, Salimo began to understand that knowledge could give him something no one could take away: dignity.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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You can:<\/strong> What makes the difference is not what you have in your backpack, but the strength you carry in your heart.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/details>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t

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There were days when his classmates' laughter at his worn-out shoes hurt more than hunger. Other times, the heavy silence of the room seemed to remind him of all he lacked. But even so, Salimo kept the flame burning. Between the laughter of those who mocked his worn-out shoes and the stern looks of teachers who demanded more than he could give, Salimo was not easily intimidated.
With each question answered, he rose a little higher. He knew that each correct answer was like a stone placed on the bridge that would take him beyond the neighborhood. And slowly, that bridge began to take shape within him.
One day, the teacher asked each student to write down what they wanted to be in the future. Some wrote "doctor," others "police officer," and still others "teacher." Salimo took his time. He looked at the blank sheet of paper and simply wrote: "I want to be someone who doesn't give up."\u201c
The teacher read and put the paper away, moved. To her, it wasn't just a sentence; it was a silent commitment from a boy who, even surrounded by limits, already showed greatness.
Deep down, I was beginning to realize: knowledge could be the first key to escaping invisibility. School might be simple, the backpack light, but each word learned carried the weight of the future\u2014capable of transforming letters into wings.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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You can:<\/strong> Knowledge may be simple, but it has the power to give you wings.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/details>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t

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Salimo's childhood seemed to be finding some direction, but life took a sharp turn. His father, tired of losing battles against unemployment and alcohol, abandoned home. His mother, alone, could no longer support the family. Rice was scarce, the pot boiled almost empty, and the bills piled up. The mud walls began to crack, not only physically, but also in the family's heart.
Still, Salimo tried to maintain his school routine. But his empty stomach weighed more heavily than his notebook. His pencil trembled between his weak fingers. The sparkle in his eyes remained, but it was overshadowed by the weight of his hardships.
One day, when he returned from school, he found the door locked. There were no voices inside. Only silence. His mother, exhausted and without resources, could no longer care for him. That was how he discovered that sometimes life changes in an instant\u2014without warning, without explanation.
What was left for a boy to do but accept the push of reality? That day, Salimo felt he no longer had a home. And the world, cold and immense, became his only abode.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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You can:<\/strong> Even when everything falls apart, you can still find the strength within yourself to carry on.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/details>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t

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The street didn't ask permission to welcome Salimo. It was harsh from day one. The cold asphalt became a mattress, and the open sky a blanket. Night arrived with a biting cold that seemed to penetrate the bones. The day brought a merciless sun and, with it, the hunger that burned within.
He soon realized that the street had its own rules. Those who didn't learn quickly wouldn't survive. He learned where to lie down without being kicked out, how to ask for a piece of bread without humiliation, who to trust with for shade or share a torn blanket. The street, unwittingly, became his new teacher.
Among boys like him, he found an unexpected solidarity. They shared scraps of food, protected each other when their elders tried to intimidate them. But there were also dangers: gangs, indifferent police, gazes that treated them as invisible. It was necessary to always be alert.
With each passing day, Salimo realized that survival was more than just enduring cold and hunger. It was learning to keep the spark of hope alive, even when everything around him tried to snuff it out. The streets taught us quickly, but they exacted a heavy toll: they took away our innocence, our dreams, and our peace.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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You can:<\/strong> Life can be hard, but every lesson learned can also be strength for the future.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/details>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t

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The nights were the hardest. The cold was a relentless enemy, and loneliness a silent companion. Salimo huddled in hidden corners, trying to trick his body into sleep, but hunger wouldn't let him rest.<\/div>
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He often asked himself if that was the end of his story.<\/div>
Deep down, he clung to memories of school, of notebooks, of the words he had so loved to learn. He repeated some of them mentally as if they were mantras: "hope, future, courage." These words were the invisible thread that kept him going, even when all seemed lost.<\/div>
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There were days when the street crushed him. People's indifference was as cruel a weight as hunger. A look of contempt hurt more than a shove. But amidst the hardship, there were also small miracles: a piece of fruit "accidentally" left by a vendor, a piece of bread shared by another boy, a rare smile from someone who still saw humanity in him.<\/div>
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Salimo realized that falling wasn't the end. It was merely the lowest point, from which he could, with effort, begin to rise. The street taught him hardship, but also resilience. And within him grew the certainty that this would not be his final destination.<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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You can:<\/strong>\u00a0Falling isn't the end. It's just the beginning of your strength to get up.<\/p>

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The days passed mercilessly. The streets forced Salimo to learn quickly. Hunger taught him where to look for scraps of food, the night taught him where to hide from violence, the cold taught him the value of a piece of cardboard or a torn blanket.<\/p>

Every corner had its rules, and ignoring them could cost him dearly. He discovered that the street was unforgiving of distractions. He learned to negotiate a sleeping space, to keep secret short food routes, to share without losing everything.<\/p>

Among the boys, there was solidarity and competition. One day, they shared a loaf of bread; the next, they fought for a more sheltered spot. Salimo realized that survival wasn't just about resisting, but also about adapting to constant change.<\/p>

The street was a harsh teacher, exacting a heavy price for every mistake. But at the same time, it taught something essential: the importance of observation, of always being alert, of distrusting and trusting in the right measure.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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At night, the cold prevailed. The asphalt held the ice of the early morning, seeming to penetrate his bones. Salimo huddled behind walls, wrapped in cardboard or an old cloth he'd found. Even so, his teeth chattered, and his body trembled. At those times, he closed his eyes and remembered the warmth of his mother's lap, as if that memory could warm him.<\/div>
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Between one shiver and the next, he discovered that survival meant resistance. It wasn't just a fight against an empty stomach or the biting wind: it was a battle to maintain hope. Because hunger could weaken the body, but despair had the power to kill the soul.<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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Despite all the hardships, the streets couldn't extinguish the spark within Salimo. In his darkest moments, he still found reasons to believe. A rare smile from a stranger, a helping hand from another boy, or even the simple dawn were signs that it was still worth carrying on.<\/p>

One night, huddled in a corner, he heard a small child crying from the cold. Without much thought, he shared the old cloth he had with him. The boy thanked him with teary eyes, and Salimo felt, for the first time in a long time, that he could offer something, even though he had so little. This gave him a strange strength: perhaps survival wasn't just about resisting, but also about protecting the humanity within himself.<\/p>

He mentally repeated some words he'd learned in school: "courage, future, hope." These words were like embers that refused to be extinguished in the wind. Each time he recalled them, it seemed to rekindle a flame.<\/p>

The street taught hardship, but it also revealed that, even in the coldest and darkest place, light can be born.
Salimo began to believe that survival was just the first step. The real challenge would be to transform that spark into a fire capable of illuminating his path.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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It was another sweltering day at the market. Salimo sat in a corner, tired of begging and being ignored. The noise of voices mingled with the smell of dried fish, ripe fruit, and dust stirred up by hurried footsteps. To those passing by, he was invisible. To him, each indifferent face was another silent wound.<\/div>
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But that day, something different happened. An elderly woman stopped in front of him. She didn't look away like the others. She looked at him calmly, as if she could see beyond the dirt, the torn clothes, and the hunger etched on his face.<\/div>
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She asked his name. Salimo responded in a low, suspicious voice. She asked if he'd eaten yet. He shook his head, not daring to lie. There was silence for a few seconds, until she said, "If you want, you can come help at my house. I don't have much, but there's always a plate of food."\u201c<\/div><\/div>
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The lady's words echoed in Salimo's mind: "You can come help at my house. There will always be a plate of food."\u201c
Simple, direct, but filled with something he hadn't known for a long time: hope.<\/p>

Even so, the decision wasn't easy. The street, harsh as it was, was already familiar to him. He knew the corners where he could lie down, the places where there were scraps of food, the boys with whom he shared silence and misery. It was a cruel but predictable world. And, in a way, a boy learns to cling to what he already knows.<\/p>

The lady's house, on the other hand, represented the unknown. Who was she? Could he really trust her? What if it was all a trap? Salimo was afraid of making the wrong move, afraid of being disappointed once again.<\/p>

But hunger spoke louder. And, deep down, a memory returned: his mother's voice, repeating softly, as she still rocked him at home, "You are greater than this beginning." That phrase rekindled the dormant courage.<\/p>

With his eyes fixed on the lady, he took a deep breath and simply said: \u201cI will.\u201d
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The path to the lady's house seemed short, but for Salimo it was a huge journey. Each step was a mixture of anxiety and hope. He carried nothing with him, just his thin body, his worn clothes, and the desire to start over.
The house was simple: whitewashed walls, a tin roof, and a small yard with chickens scratching around. But to someone coming in from the cold asphalt, it felt like a palace. The smell of hot food wafting from the kitchen filled her chest like a rare perfume.<\/p>

The woman showed him where he could sleep: a worn but clean mattress, in a safe corner. For him, it was more than rest; it was dignity. As he lay down that night, Salimo found it hard to believe he didn't have to fight the freezing wind or fight for space in an alley.<\/p>

The following days were spent adapting. The woman taught him simple tasks: sweeping, carrying water, helping with the grocery shopping. He performed each task with dedication, grateful for the opportunity. There was food, there was shelter, and above all, there was respect.<\/p>

In that modest home, Salimo realized that life could offer a second chance. It wasn't luxury, it wasn't abundance, it was security. And on that foundation, the possibility of dreaming again was born.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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In the lady's house, there was food, there was shelter, but there was also something Salimo hadn't expected: encouragement. With each completed task, she would repeat firmly:<\/p>

\u2014 \u201cBoy, it\u2019s not enough to fill your stomach. You have to fill your head too.\u201d<\/p>

These words awakened a dormant memory in him: his school days, his notebooks, the letters that shone before his eyes. He felt a knot in his chest; he had left that behind when life pushed him onto the street.
The lady noticed. One late afternoon, she sat down next to him and said:<\/p>

\u2014 "I want you to go back to school. Housework is important, but knowledge is what will open your path."\u201c<\/p>

Salimo's heart pounded. The idea seemed bold. He feared rejection, feared the looks that would remind him of where he came from. But at the same time, he felt challenged.<\/p>

That night, he struggled to sleep. Embarrassment weighed heavily on him, but he also had the urge to pick up a notebook again. He knew it would be difficult, but perhaps this was the key to finally escaping invisibility.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The morning he decided to return to school, Salimo felt his heart race as if he were about to face a battle. He put on his simple clothes, adjusted his worn shoes, and left the house with his light backpack. Fear was an invisible companion.<\/div>
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As he walked through the gate, a few glances fell on him. Whispers arose in the corners. The weight of the past threatened to crush him. But Salimo took a deep breath. He remembered the phrase the lady always repeated: "You have to fill your head." And he continued walking until he found an empty wallet.<\/div>
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The teacher, without revealing her story, welcomed him naturally. She made only one simple gesture: she asked him to open the notebook he had brought and follow the class. For Salimo, that discreet gesture was a relief. It was as if she were saying: "Here, it doesn't matter where you come from. What matters is what you will learn."\u201c<\/div>
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The first few classes were difficult. The time away had left gaps. But the desire to learn was stronger than any delay. With each letter written, the embarrassment diminished. With each problem solved, the courage grew.<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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Salimo's routine wasn't easy. During the day, he helped his wife with chores: sweeping the yard, carrying water, and accompanying her to the market. When the sun set, tired, he picked up his notebooks. Night classes demanded more than he thought he could give, but the desire to make up for lost time drove him on.<\/div>
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In the classroom, fatigue weighed heavily. He often fought sleep, but insisted on keeping his eyes open. He followed the teacher's every word as if it were gold. And when he didn't understand, he asked questions, unafraid of appearing behind the times. His more attentive classmates began to notice his determination.<\/div>
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At home, by the dim light of a lamp, he continued to write. The letters trembled on the paper, but they were filled with effort. He remembered the days on the street and told himself, "I never want to go back there." That memory fueled him to keep going.<\/div>
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He watched the animals carefully. He noticed how the chickens stirred when food arrived, how the rabbits preferred quiet corners, how the dogs ran to protect their space. There was a silent logic to it all, and he was beginning to understand it.<\/div>
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In the small yard, enclosed by block walls, there was also much to learn. There, among chickens, a few rabbits, and a couple of noisy dogs, he learned how to change the water in the waterers, clean the bowls, and collect the eggs. Salimo realized that every detail counted: a poorly washed bowl could make an animal sick, a poorly closed gate could mean losing everything at once.<\/div>
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The woman patiently explained: "Here, nothing breaks. Everything needs to be taken care of." And he absorbed each word as a rule of life. Instead of seeing the burden of work, he saw opportunity. Each new skill he learned was like a stepping stone that took him away from his harsh past on the streets and closer to a more secure future.<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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He spent hours observing. He noticed how each chicken had its own unique personality: some were bolder, others calmer. He noticed how rabbits preferred to remain still, but would run quickly when startled. Even dogs, which seemed rough, showed tenderness when petted. Salimo discovered a kind of wordless language, made of gestures, sounds, and looks.<\/div>
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One day, a hen fell ill. As the woman showed her how to give her fresh water and keep her nest clean, Salimo felt something new: a caring that came from within. It wasn't just a chore, it was a connection. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly useful.<\/div>
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As he lay in bed that night, he thought, "If I can take care of them, maybe I can take care of my future too." It was a simple but powerful thought. Life seemed to show him, little by little, a path.<\/div>
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One morning, the woman called Salimo over with a serious expression. One of the chickens seemed weak, barely eating or moving. He, who had been watching until then, was given the responsibility of caring for it. His heart pounded\u2014what if it failed?

The woman showed him the steps: changing the water, separating the cleanest corn, making sure the nest was dry. She explained that animals, like people, also needed attention, patience, and affection.

At first, Salimo felt insecure. The hen's half-closed eyes seemed to beg for more than he knew how to give. Still, he didn't give up. He returned to the yard several times to check on her, preen her feathers, and even spoke softly, as if comforting a friend.

After a few days, the animal stood up stronger. The shine returned to its eyes, and its cackling echoed through the yard. For the woman, it was a sign that her care had paid off. For Salimo, it was much more: it was proof that it had the capacity to care for a life.

That night, lying on the simple mattress, he felt a different pride. It was as if he had discovered a hidden part of himself: the ability to protect and grow.<\/div>
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After overcoming the first challenge, the woman began giving Salimo more responsibilities. It wasn't just changing water or sweeping the yard: now he had to observe the birds' behavior, notice when they were sick, identify which ones were laying eggs, and even separate the food into appropriate portions.

He discovered that every detail made a difference. If the corn was left scattered on the ground, the pigeons would soon come and steal some. If the water wasn't changed on time, the chickens would drink dirty water and become weak. Salimo learned that caring for the crop required constant attention, as if each day were a new lesson.

At first, he made mistakes. Once, he forgot to close the chicken coop gate properly, and a dog got in, causing a commotion. He felt guilty, but the woman didn't reprimand him harshly. She simply said:
\u201cMaking mistakes is part of learning. The important thing is not to repeat them.\u201d

Those words resonated deeply with him. With each failure, he redoubled his caution. With each success, he felt more confident. Over time, he no longer waited for orders: he anticipated them, knowing what to do.

In his suburban backyard, Salimo realized he was building not only experience but also character. He discovered discipline, patience, and the joy of seeing the results of his own efforts.<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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Over time, caring for the animals ceased to be mere chores and became something greater: a quiet pleasure. Salimo discovered that waking up early to feed the birds was no longer an obligation, but a choice. He enjoyed watching the chicks chase crumbs, the quails become agitated by different sounds, or the rabbits relax when the yard is quiet.<\/div>
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The lady noticed this dedication. She once commented:<\/div>
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These words stuck with Salimo. After so long feeling invisible, it was powerful to hear someone recognize his worth. He realized that there, in that simple backyard, something was being born that could be more than just a job: it could be a life path.<\/div>
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At night, while studying, I thought about the future. I didn't know how yet, but I was beginning to dream of the possibility of creating something of my own, of turning that passion into a living. A dream that, years before, had seemed impossible for a street kid.<\/div>
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More than food or shelter, life began to offer him purpose. And purpose was the strongest seed anyone could carry.<\/div><\/div>
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He barely slept. The thought raced: "Could there possibly be a place where simple work becomes the future?"\u201c<\/div>
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The next morning, they walked side by side. When he passed through the gate of Quinta Nicy, Salimo felt as if he had entered another world. The air was full of life: the sound of chickens in the coops, the rhythmic hum of machinery, the fresh aroma of fruit being prepared, the movement of young people carrying boxes, registering products, learning.<\/div>
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There weren't just birds there. There were incubators turning eggs into chicks, machines mixing feed, fruit and vegetable processing facilities, preservation systems, and an organized logistics area. Everything was interconnected, everything beating like a productive heart.<\/div>
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Salimo's eyes lit up. He didn't just see facilities\u2014he saw possibilities. Each space seemed to whisper: "A business can be born here. A future can begin here."\u201c<\/div>
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Mr. Ernesto, mentor of the PROSPERAR program, led Salimo to an open area teeming with life. There were no cramped cages, but clean yards where the birds roamed freely.<\/div>
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"Here we practice sustainable farming," he explained. "The animals grow in open spaces because we believe that the future requires respect for life."\u201c<\/div><\/div>
Salimo was amazed. Before him were not just chickens: there were also ducks swimming in a small pond, proud turkeys with their breasts full, light quails darting back and forth, wild chickens with their agile movements, and even pigeons raised in aviaries. It was like a veritable living laboratory of opportunity.<\/div>
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\u2014 "Each species here has a different market. Chickens provide eggs and meat for daily consumption. Ducks and turkeys are highly sought after at festivals and special occasions. Quails are small but produce valuable eggs. Wild chickens and pigeons have their own markets, valued by tradition. A young person can choose one species or combine several, creating their own business model."\u201c<\/div><\/div>
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After visiting the chicken coops, Mr. Ernesto led Salimo to a brightly lit room where the air held a constant warmth. Several machines were lined up, their lights gently blinking.<\/div>
\u2014 "These are the incubators," explained the mentor of the PROSPERAR program. "This is where the future is born."\u201c<\/div>
Salimo approached and saw trays filled with carefully arranged eggs. Each machine maintained controlled temperature and humidity, as if it were the very heart of nature beating within.<\/div><\/div>
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\u2014 \u201cMany young people start with just a few fertile eggs. By using incubators, they can multiply their production in a short time. In three weeks, an egg turns into a chick. And each chick can be sold, raised, or reinvested. This is how small initiatives grow.\u201d<\/div>
Salimo was amazed. He remembered how, on the streets, he'd fight for just a piece of bread. Now he saw that, with skill and patience, it was possible to transform something as small as an egg into a steady source of income.<\/div>
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\u2014"An incubator isn't just a machine," the mentor added. "It's a factory of opportunities. Those who learn to use it can create jobs, feed families, and build a solid business."\u201c<\/div><\/div>
At that moment, Salimo realized that entrepreneurship was also about knowing how to multiply what was little until it became enough.<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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Mr. Ernesto led Salimo to a warehouse where the air was filled with the smell of ground corn and bran. In the center, a machine hummed, mixing ingredients with a rhythmic sound.<\/div>
"This is the feed mixer," said the PROSPERAR mentor. "Here we produce the food that keeps the birds strong and healthy."\u201c<\/div>
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Salimo watched curiously. Buckets of corn, soybeans, bran, and oyster shells were dumped into the machine, which within minutes returned a balanced mixture. It wasn't just food\u2014it was science turned into practice.<\/div>
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Salimo reflected silently. It was true: in Mozambique, so many opportunities lay hidden, just waiting for someone brave enough to explore them. While many young people dreamed only of formal employment, there were those who could thrive by creating simple solutions to real needs.<\/div>
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After touring the incubators and the feed, Mr. Ernesto led Salimo to an area where the air was sweet, filled with the scent of ripe fruit. Young men worked in gloves and caps, cutting, washing, and preparing mangoes, but also pineapples, avocados, oranges, tangerines, strawberries, watermelons, passion fruit, tamarinds, ma\u00e7alas, and mafilwas. Fruits that in many markets across the country are lost to rot, were made the most of here.<\/p>

The basins filled with colorful pieces, which were then ground into fresh pulp in machines. The PROSPERAR mentor explained:
\u2014 "Here we value what is often lost. How many times have you seen fruit spoil in backyards or at markets? Because every lost fruit is also a lost business."\u201c
Salimo remembered the piles of wasted fruit he'd seen around town. There, he understood that entrepreneurship often meant avoiding waste and transforming abundance into income.<\/p>

\u2014 "A young person can start small," Ernesto continued. "With a simple blender and proper hygiene, they can produce pulp, package it, and sell it in the neighborhood. Restaurants, bakeries, and even schools are looking for these products."\u201c
For Salimo, it was like opening a new door: the fruits, previously seen as banal, turned out to be hidden gold.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The next space Mr. Ernesto showed Salimo was a cool area, where young people worked at stainless steel tables. There, baskets were filled with tomatoes, cabbage, carrots, onions, lettuce, and peppers. Other buckets held sweet potatoes, cassava, and pumpkin. The environment was clean, organized, and full of energy.<\/p>

\u2014 "Here we process vegetables," explained the PROSPERAR mentor. "What you see in the market almost always spoils due to lack of preservation. But when we wash, cut, and package ready-made portions, the value multiplies. Families want convenience, restaurants need speed, and supermarkets demand quality."\u201c<\/p>

Salimo paid close attention. He watched as young people sliced carrots into thin strips, packaged washed cabbage, and prepared packets of ready-made soup with a variety of vegetables. He realized this wasn't a luxury, it was a necessity: saving time, reducing waste, and offering healthy food at an affordable price.<\/p>

The mentor added: "Any young person can start small: a clean table, a knife, plastic bags, and discipline. If you organize well, you can supply the neighborhood, school cafeterias, or small restaurants. It's turning simple things into income."\u201c
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By following the mentor, Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He entered a cold room. The frigid air made his skin crawl, but he soon realized that this environment hid one of the greatest weapons against waste: conservation.<\/p>

\u2014 \u201cHere we have the freezing system,\u201d explained Mr. Ernesto, the mentor of the THRIVE<\/b><\/strong>. "It's thanks to it that we avoid wasting our produce. Without cold, much of what we harvest or process would spoil within a few days. With it, we extend the shelf life of our products and guarantee quality to our customers."\u201c<\/p>

Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He looked around. Organized boxes held chicken, duck, and turkey, pre-cut vegetables, and pulped fruit. It was as if time had stopped inside. Everything was ready to be sold whenever there was demand, without rushing or waste.<\/p>

The mentor continued: "Many young people think that freezing is only for large companies. But a small freezer is enough to get started. You can store slaughtered chickens, fruit pulp, and packaged vegetables. This allows you to sell quickly, without losing value, and serve customers who demand freshness."\u201c<\/p>

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At the exit of the conservation area, Mr. Ernesto took Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0to the front of the Quinta Nicy<\/b><\/strong>. There, the movement was intense: young people came and went with boxes, bags, and packages. Some rode bicycles, others on motorcycles, some even walked with wheelbarrows. The place seemed like a station of opportunity.<\/p>

\u2014 \u201cThis is the logistics and delivery part,\u201d explained the mentor of THRIVE<\/b><\/strong>. \u201cProducing is important, but delivering is where many young people find their first business.\u201d<\/p>

Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He was fascinated. He saw boys and girls, almost his own age, organizing routes, checking lists, and heading off to different neighborhoods. Each carried not only goods but also dreams of independence.<\/p>

The mentor continued: "You don't need much to get started. With a bicycle, you can already make deliveries in the neighborhood. With a motorcycle, you can go further. The customer pays not only for the product, but for the convenience of receiving it at home. Here, many young people start as delivery drivers and then progress to managing their own small logistics service."\u201c<\/p>

To Salimo<\/b><\/strong>, that scene was revealing. He realized that logistics wasn't just paper and stamps: it was youth in motion, transforming time and energy into profit.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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At the exit of the conservation area, Mr. Ernesto took Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0to the front of the Quinta Nicy<\/b><\/strong>. There, the movement was intense: young people came and went with boxes, bags, and packages. Some rode bicycles, others on motorcycles, some even walked with wheelbarrows. The place seemed like a station of opportunity.<\/p>

\u2014 \u201cThis is the logistics and delivery part,\u201d explained the mentor of THRIVE<\/b><\/strong>. \u201cProducing is important, but delivering is where many young people find their first business.\u201d<\/p>

Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He was fascinated. He saw boys and girls, almost his own age, organizing routes, checking lists, and heading off to different neighborhoods. Each carried not only goods but also dreams of independence.<\/p>

The mentor continued: "You don't need much to get started. With a bicycle, you can already make deliveries in the neighborhood. With a motorcycle, you can go further. The customer pays not only for the product, but for the convenience of receiving it at home. Here, many young people start as delivery drivers and then progress to managing their own small logistics service."\u201c<\/p>

To Salimo<\/b><\/strong>, that scene was revealing. He realized that logistics wasn't just paper and stamps: it was youth in motion, transforming time and energy into profit.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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When he left the Quinta Nicy<\/b><\/strong>, the heart of Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0knocked like someone who discovers a secret. He hadn't just seen birds, machines, or products. He had walked through corridors of the future.<\/p>

In the open coops, where chickens, ducks, turkeys, quail, wild chickens, and pigeons roamed freely, he didn't just see animals\u2014he saw steps. Steps that any young person could climb, starting small and growing with discipline.<\/p>

In the incubators, he realized that a simple egg could be multiplied into life, and that multiplied life could be a business. It was as if each fragile shell held within it a promise of prosperity.<\/p>

In the feed mixer, the sound of the paddles wasn't just the sound of grain, it was the music of independence. Each bag of local feed was also proof that young people didn't need to wait for outside solutions to build a livelihood.<\/p>

In the fruit sector, colors and aromas showed him that pineapples, mangoes, avocados, passion fruit, tamarinds, strawberries, mafilwas, and so many other riches of Mozambique were not doomed to decay. They could become pulp, yield, and future bottling.<\/p>

In the cut and packaged vegetables, he understood that even the simplest gesture, washing a cabbage, slicing a carrot, preparing a ready-made soup \u2014 could be transformed into a business if there was organization.<\/p>

In the freezing cold, he discovered that the cold wasn't just a harsh reminder of the streets: it could be an ally of growth, storing food for tomorrow and ensuring quality in the market.<\/p>

And in logistics, in front of the gate, he saw the spectacle of youth in motion: bicycles, motorbikes, handcarts carrying boxes, connecting production and consumption, proving that Delivery is much more than delivery, it is a bridge to dignity.<\/b><\/strong><\/p>

Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He then understood that Quinta Nicy wasn't just a farm. It was a cartography of opportunities. Each sector visited was a possible route. Every machine, every bird, every young person in motion pointed in the same direction: prospering is not waiting, it is starting.<\/b><\/strong><\/p>

And as he walked through the exit gate, the world no longer seemed the same. Because once your eyes are opened to opportunities, they never go back to being small.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Night fell heavily on the neighborhood, but inside Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0the silence was inhabited by voices and images. Lying in his simple corner, he stared at the dark ceiling as if it were a movie screen. There, scenes from the visit to Quinta Nicy<\/b><\/strong>: the yards full of chickens, ducks, turkeys, quails, and pigeons; the incubators pulsing life into eggs that promised a future; the feed mixer working like the heart of independence; the sweet smell of mangoes and pineapples being turned into pulp; the carrots and cabbages washed and packed with care; the freezers storing food for tomorrow; and, finally, the young people on bicycles and motorbikes leaving through the gate, carrying boxes like those carrying hope.<\/p>

Each image was not just a memory\u2014it was a promise. It seemed to him that the night wind was whispering in his direction: \u201cThis could be yours too.\u201d<\/i><\/em><\/p>

His body begged for rest, but his mind refused. It was as if something inside him had awakened and there was no way to put it back to sleep. He felt restless, not with fear, but with anticipation. The invisible street boy, so often forgotten, now discovered there was a place where even he could fit, grow, and dream.<\/p>

Salimo closed his eyes, not to sleep, but to sketch the future. And the more he thought, the more he realized: that night was not one of sleep, but of seeds.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The early morning cold entered through the cracks in the house, and Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He pulled the worn cloth over himself. At that moment, the memory came back to him like a blow: the street. He remembered the nights when the hard floor was his only bed, the times he'd searched for scraps of bread in the trash cans, the days when hunger made his body tremble and the future seemed to disappear.<\/p>

He thought quietly: \u201c"If I had had just one chicken back then, maybe the story would have been different. An egg a day would have made all the difference."\u201d<\/i><\/em><\/p>

The memory hurt, but something inside him wouldn't let him sink in. What he had seen in Quinta Nicy<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0had lit a new flame. The past screamed, yes, but the present began to speak louder. It was as if each image from the visit pushed the pain back and made room for something greater: hope.<\/p>

Salimo<\/b><\/strong>\u00a0He understood that he couldn't change yesterday, but he could decide tomorrow. And that decision was in his hands, not in the hands of fate. The boy who had once learned to survive amidst cold and hunger now discovered that he could also learn to thrive.<\/p>

The fire within him grew. It was no longer the fragile flame of someone who only dreams. It was the beginning of a blaze of determination.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The words of Mr. Ernesto, mentor of PROSPERAR, echoed in his chest as if they were hammered:<\/p>

\u2014 \u201cEvery sector you saw today can be a business. The secret is to get started.\u201d<\/p>

Lying in the silence of the night, Salimo repeated these phrases, chewing them over like food for his soul. They weren't just pretty words, they were reality. He'd seen it with his own eyes: young people just like himself, carrying boxes, packing vegetables, making deliveries by bicycle. They weren't different, they weren't stronger, they weren't smarter. They had simply taken the first step.<\/p>

And there, for the first time, Salimo decided: he didn't want to be just a spectator of life. He didn't want to spend his time dreaming without taking action. He wanted to write his own story.<\/p>

The dream that had always seemed fragile was now awake. It was no longer a child's reverie, but a project for the future. Deep down, he understood something essential: entrepreneurship doesn't start with money, it starts with vision. The most important capital wasn't in one's pocket, but in one's head and heart.<\/p>

He turned to the side, his eyes still open, and smiled to himself. He had no incubator, no chicken coops, no delivery bike. But he had the most precious thing: the certainty that it was possible. And no one could take that certainty from him.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The morning after that sleepless night, Salimo woke up different. His body was the same, but his mind was full of plans. He didn't want to wait for the days to pass in silence. He needed to start, even if small.<\/p>

But there was one thing that bothered him: he wasn't alone. He lived in the house of the woman who had taken him in, and he couldn't start anything without first talking to her. Respect was the least he could offer the woman who had opened her doors to him when he had nothing.
With his heart racing, he waited for the right moment. At dinnertime, he summoned up the courage:<\/p>

\u2014 "Mom... I wanted to talk to you. Yesterday, when I went to Quinta Nicy, I saw that I could also learn and start something. Could I use a corner of the yard to raise some birds?"\u201c<\/p>

The lady slowly put down her spoon and looked at him in surprise. It wasn't common to hear young people asking for space to work instead of asking for things to spend.<\/p>

\u2014 \u201cDo you really think you can handle that?\u201d he asked.
Salimo took a deep breath. \u201cI don\u2019t have much, but I have the will. If you let me try, I promise to take care of it responsibly.\u201d
The lady's silence lasted for seconds that seemed like hours. Until, finally, she smiled slightly:<\/p>

\u2014 "If your heart asks, then start. Just don't forget: commitment is as important as dreams."\u201c<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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After jotting down his first ideas in his notebook, Salimo realized he needed to be realistic. Fattening chickens required a lot of feed, and he couldn't yet afford that cost. It was then that he remembered a quote from Mr. Ernesto, PROSPERAR's mentor: "In the beginning, choose the path that requires the least and brings the greatest immediate return."\u201c<\/p>

Upon reflection, he realized he could start with fertile eggs. If he had good hens and a strong rooster, he could produce fertile eggs, which are worth more than table eggs. These eggs could be sold to anyone with an incubator.<\/p>

In the neighborhood, there was a childhood friend named Hamza, the son of a better-off family. His father had been talking for a while about buying an incubator. Salimo ran to his house, full of enthusiasm. "Hamza, I have an idea. I produce fertile eggs. You keep the incubator and turn those eggs into chicks. Then we'll sell them together."\u201c<\/p>

Hamza's eyes lit up. It wasn't just friendship, it was vision. He realized that alone he would have difficulty ensuring quality eggs for the machine. But with Salimo, the wheels could start turning.<\/p>

There, between two young people with different backgrounds, a partnership was born: one would care for the chickens, the other would transform eggs into new life. It was the first thread of the web that was being formed.<\/p>

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As the plan began to take shape, Salimo and Hamza realized that one important piece was still missing. Fertile eggs would hatch into chicks, but\u2026 where would they fatten all those birds? Salimo's backyard was small, and Hamza's house didn't have enough space.<\/p>

That's when they remembered Beto, a friend known for his good nature and for helping his father grow vegetables. His house had a large backyard, shaded by mango trees and space to set up open thickets.<\/p>

The two of them went to him and shared the idea. Beto listened in silence, scratched his head, and then smiled: \u2014 \u201cYou guys keep the eggs and the incubator. I'll handle the fattening. I've always enjoyed taking care of animals. If we work together, we all win.\u201d<\/p>

The partnership was complete: Salimo would provide fertile eggs, Hamza would hatch them into chicks using the incubator, and Beto would take care of fattening them until the birds were ready for market.<\/p>

Later, under the guidance of the PROSPERAR program at Quinta Nicy, they realized that this model was not only practical but also sustainable: each person focused on what they were best equipped to do. It was like assembling a chain, where each link made the whole stronger.<\/p>

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