Every December reminds me of those days when we could only eat once in a day.
My father died in 2012, November 22rd. I was still in secondary school then, my mother was not working she was a house wife. Life became unbearable after the death of my father, we could hardly eat three meals a day. Our day to day living was all about hand to mouth. I was broken no one to look up to, I remember I almost gave up on school off course there was no one to pay for me and I was tired of doing peace works everyday after school. My mother use to tell me “be strong, there is always light at the end of every tunnel “
One day after being chased from school I sat down home with my heart full was sorrow and pain, I cried that day asking God why he has forsaken us. For some time I felt like I was dreaming a voice whispered in my ears saying “I alone knows the plans I have for you, says the Lord. ” Jeremiah 29:11. Then I said to myself “yes indeed God knows the plans he has for me”.
I stopped looking down on myself, I worked hard for both myself and my mother. I completed school but no money to study further but I never gave up. No jobs yes! But I choose to bomba (work) 99 jobs cause survival ni nkhondo.
And here I am today the original version of myself, I’m not yet where I want to be but I believe one day I will be there. And I can proudly do both heels and wheelbarrow.
All praise be to God and thanks to my mother.