I am symbolically pouring early morning spit and Egusi soup that has been left for seven days without warning onto poverty. This picture captures Glory and me during my time working at the bank. I remember being broke, depressed, and frustrated because I despised my role as a DSA, yet I had no choice but to keep showing up. As we celebrate Throwback Thursday, please note that if I hear even a whisper in the comments, I will take immediate action.