Part 5.The holiday break was almost coming to an end when I packed my belongings to my father's house.It was not a problem, my father was happy to receive me and helped me unpack my things.His wife was still her usual self but I did not intend to stay this time.His place was the only option I had at that moment.After packing in my belongings that day, the following day I picked few of my things and went back to my hostel.I staye
It later turned out that I had fever.I try to concentrate on my studies and to remain focus. It was hard intially after I cut off every form of communication with my man.My second semester exams was over and I went to my father's place to spend the holiday.As usuall its was not a comfort zone for me, I do what am suppose to do and will always remain in my room because I had nothing to discuss with my step mother.I always feel much better when my dad is around.Am an adult so she could not make me do what I don't want to do.I made sure i help with house chores. Tidy up things and put the house in order whenever I'm around.After a month of staying there, I told my father that I want to visit my Mom and spend time with her.I went over to my mom's place, she was happy to have me around.I assisted her with her buisness and will always stay in her store to help out in attending to customers.I forgot about my pa
As school was about to resume, I left my mother's place and return to my father's house. I wanted to spend the remaining one week at his place before proceeding to school. I bond so well with my Dad and he doesn't joke with me. He will always advice me to concentrate on my studies and I shouldn't hesitate to inform him whenever I need anything. I was mostly grateful to God for sending him on my way when all my hope of ever going to school and having all my needs met was far fetched. My Dad loved and cared for my step mom. The only problem was not having a child with her. To me all hope was not lost, I know they have been married for many years and tried to conceived but to no avail but God is still doing miracle. my everyday prayer is that God will open the womb of my step Mom and she will become a mother. Palo, my Dad is a good man. A good father to me and great husband to his wife. My desires is to make him proud and put a rea
Lucia rounded up with school and was waiting for graduation. I Could not wait for my own day to come when I will be a graduate as well. I return to school with the help of my mother. things were moving on well again which includes studies. One day I visited one of my close friend Lupeni who was also my course mate. I met her elder brother in the house who was based abroad but traveled down to spend time with his family. He was very nice as we all engaged in a normal discussion, his sister inclusive. I saw him as a big brother too just like Lupeni. We talked and laughed. He was lively and fun to be with. My friend had told me about him before and meeting him and getting to know more about him felt great. I later told them it was time to take my leave. They wanted me to spend more time but I have to go because I have reading to do that night and need to be on my way despite how fun i
My little boy was so fun and interesting. Taking him as my son and acting like a mother to him makes people who live around our neighborhood to start thinking he was truly my son. None of them knew that he wasn't truly mine. I make sure I prepare what he loves eating and he also calls me "mummy. We are mostly seeing together. If I'm going to the market, church or anywhere at all he comes with me and I usually buy the same lookalike cloth for both of us. I dress him and also get dressed in any of our native or English wear that I bought. I truly loved him like mine and don't joke with him His mother found out that his son was staying with me and wanted him back. She contacted my husband and told him that she wants to get her son. She said her boy can not be staying with me, she was not comfortable with the idea. Joba my husband refused. according to him, he told her that she will have to get used t
FinalJoba did not call my Mom back like he said he will.I told my mom the exact time to reach him so she tried calling him again but he did not pick.After so much attempt he later answered the call.My mother spoke to him on how disrespectful his actions were. She also mentioned about the love post his baby mama posted on Facebook and attached their uniform pictures and he blocked me after he was confronted over the issue.Joba told my Mom that I can not stop his bosom friend or his baby mama from posting on his birthday.He said his son's mother was there even before he got married to me so I can't tell him what to do or dictate who to be in his life. It was all his choice and not mine to make.My mother was about to say something when Joba hang up the phone.He ended the call after talking and did not give my mom a chance to speak.The following day, he unblocked me and told me that I should move on with my life.
Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week. Luyando had had enough of living like a destitute at the hands of her vagabond father whose own life seemed to be rotting away ever since the untimely demise of his wife a year ago. On that day, the ten year old had not just lost her mother, she had lost her father as well. The man she was now looking at was only a shell of the man she once called dad…and she had had enough of watching him waste his and her life away like someone who no longer had anything more to live for. Luyando wiped away her tears with a rage that was beyond her years, her gaze still fixed disapprovingly on her father. “What about me!” Luya
Lusaka, Zambia; December, 2015. Natasha Thompson drove her brand new Chevy into Tulani Media House which was popularly known as TMH and went searching for a free spot in the parking lot. TMH was the leading independent and private media firm in the country and Natasha was more than excited to start her first day…her first job in Zambia since returning from the States a month ago. After moving around in circles for close to five minutes without finding a free parking spot, Natasha was about to lose hope when she saw a vehicle move out of a spot a short distance from where she was. She rushed over there before anyone else got the spot and was just about to get into the spot when she heard someone hooting ruthlessly behind her. She looked back to find the very car that had just moved out and a lady came out, belligerently waving her arms about in the air as she walked towards Natasha. Wondering what the hell was going on, Natasha waited fo