The dawn

Being without knowing the truth, as kid trying to taste everything, parents worked alot giving me the direction ; the good , the bad and the ugly My child you should know. indeed caring for child is difficult although some men take it as an easy thing... kids need love, support in terms on food clothes and and other supporting stuff I said for myself while I was turning other side, then I turn I saw my mom cooking polage, it was gaiwa phala( polage made from maize flour)

she use to wake up every morning , washing plate and cleaning around, we could hear her while we were still at our mat, the love of mother always has to be remember . waked up just to clean the face, hand and legs( five) for school and then took our Salt polage, we got used to it , we could even complain if is not enough but now even three spoon is a miracle to eat. we could go to school then at break time go to the market to pick some remains of cassava and sugarcane in the market it was our life, hours goes then canceled the plan of going back in class afterwards we could sat down and write simple work for ourselves and tick/ mark it for ourselves puting even an excellent at corner with one of my friend red pen.

Arriving at home we could find the food already ready for us, the Nsima and cassava leaves with only salt and a tomato which she just took as loan at someone grocery, we could eat and finish all sometime even taking what was kept for supper without any delegation, at this age we could not think of any reputation on our cv , we were youthful, then we had to go and play making toys made of mud, coming back dirty late in the evening without being recognized we could sneak in the house to sleep, the beddings were our water and soap for bathing

The days kept on going like warplane smoke,one in our family got select to one of national secondary, he did well he deserve it , he become our motivator when he comes for holidays, we use to admire the way his clothes were smelling with the kind of soap and lotion he use to use and dad use to give him money for groceries when is about to go for school, everyday in the family wanted one day to reach secondary school as well which is boarding so as to enjoy the similar thing. life was beautiful without knowing how the food comes at the table same life sleeping on mat, a room together without parents only one corner a bed which the head of family was resting, we grown up like bike spokes.

The education performance in junior primary wasn't that good, reaching class 5 things change, becoming the best scorer in the class always position one this motivated parent to us in another home class( part time class) pushed primary school at central and Matiki in Nkhotakota Malawi with the same performance up at the end was selected to the Secondary school boarding.This made me more excited like never before, because I knew I will have what I wanted too. The preparation begun, new beddings, having your own expand bag, life try to look simple to the young man

THE RED TEAR

Came the trip to go to school, we are selected two in our area, the guy is called Makunja. we arrived at the school happily, going directly to the administration to sign that we have arrived. the headmaster called the one who will look after us in our form one stay at the campus, the came to take us together with our bags going to the hostel's, upon arriving at the gate of the hostel the man who took our bags slapped us and told us to take our bags alone and also to pay him for transporting the bags from administration, the life turn upside down l wanted to return but was forced to move to our place, the hostel which we were was last one from all, everybody could see us coming, we arrived at form two hostel's, some mult thinker student came as if they are hugging us but they slapped our face and force to go running.

we reached at form there's hostel they force to remove our t-shirt so that the slap should sounds, at this time we are just offering everything, we offered our selves for the slap like a lamb to their side being happy and talking to each other " mine sounded more that your's I am the best" one of them said. Beware that this time we have not even reached to our hostel's where we were to be sleeping. we arrived at our hostel's we were to be sharing a room with a form four to be protected from junior classes for harming us, upon arriving in the hostel we met the tough guy called chikakalimwe, the guy was not having Mercy, he could slaps untill you starting changing your face luck enough was just slap four, at this my eyes were just red like a guy coming from gaffer that is tired with a smoke of inside. we reached in our room my friend in his room too with form four aside.They opened our bag to see what we have taken and they took some stuff like food and other things this time we could not say no to what they want, a day became like hundred years they beat us again. They touched us abit tears started coming out, was told to go to the sink and wash my face, as I was going the sink my friend also came his face changed completely , I thought to myself this so quiet person than me, why are they doing like this, in their saying they said is culture. we arrived at the sink I didn't talk to him for I was having fear of being asked that what are we discussing and being beaten again. the life was just like we are in prison, sometimes we could be forced to make a phone call to our parents for money and being eaten by them also untill we finished form one class to form two where we felt better off where we could do things at own, that was the dawn of happiness ever

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