My voice sounded like one of the guinea fowl that screeched in our trees as it pooped, but I never let that stop me.
William KamkwambaI looked at my father and looked at those dry fields [in Malawi]. It was the future I couldn't accept.
William KamkwambaI will always be looking back at the things I've gone through, thinking of the struggling people I've seen.
William Kamkwamba