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Disability has not held Moe Myint Maung
back from running a successful trade selling jasmine. |
A BOTCHED injection when he was two years old caused neurological
damage, leaving his left side immobilised. He spent much of his
life being carried around on his friends’ backs as they
wandered aimlessly.
But Moe Myint Maung, now 45, had to learn to stand on his own
two feet and to overcome his disability.
“I spent a lot of time causing trouble for others, but
as time passed I became better,” he said.
“Before, I was half-human, but now I feel like I’m
completely human. I can do almost everything for myself —
change my clothes, look after myself and make a living as a jasmine
seller,” he said.
Now, without anyone’s help, Moe Myint Maung manages to
provide for his wife and his elders by selling jasmine on the
busy streets of Yankin, between 3.30 and 8pm. For six years he
has hawked flowers to passing cars and pedestrians. A hundred
strings of fragrant jasmine hang from the pole attached to the
hand-powered bike his brother bought him.
“When my brother bought me the bike, it was like being
freed from a cage. I could stop wasting my time on the street
with my friends,” he said.
Discrimination, physical obstacles and commun-ication barriers
are some of the hurdles that he faces on a daily basis. That is
why he always feels small and aggressive.
“I became increasingly violent towards someone who bullied
me because I was disabled.
“My right hand is twisted. When I hand them the flowers,
some customers think I’m a leper,” he adds.
But most of people have sympathy for him. A wealthy customer
might buy all his flowers at the same time, and some give him
money without taking a single blossom.
Just a few words of encouragement from a customer can set him
up for the day, he said.
Selling jasmine ordered from a grower earns him K3000 or K4000
a day. “Sometimes I feel very depressed about the future.
It’s hard for me to move even a short distance, and my hands
shake when I eat,” he said.
At home, karaoke helps calm his mood.