76-year-old Grandma Marselina Missa Otu doesn’t live in a house. She lives in a hole—a pit she dug herself in the middle of a forest, far from neighbors, far from help, and far from comfort.

She has no electricity, no bed, no windows. Just a mat on the dirt floor, a leaking roof of branches, and silence that fills every corner. When it rains, the cold and moisture seep into her bones. She curls up in the only space she has—just enough to sit or sleep hunched.

She’s been living like this since 1989. Her husband and children have long passed. There is no one left. No family. No support. Just her and the land she tries to survive on.

Each day, Grandma Marselina tends to a few corn stalks, not to sell—but to survive. She collects firewood to cook, and when it rains, she gathers drops of water with whatever container she can find—because there’s no clean water source.

She never complains. She never begs. But behind her weary eyes and quiet strength, there’s a soft, unspoken question: “Is there anyone left who cares?”

We can’t bring her family back. But we can give her a real home. A safe, warm space where she can rest in peace and dignity in her final years.

#KindSouls, let this be the last season she ever has to sleep underground. Let’s show her that kindness still exists. Let’s be the warmth she’s been waiting for.