CHAPTER 1

Trishy

It seemed as if it wanted to rain because the clouds were really forming up and it became a little cold, this made me happy thinking about the maize we had planted with my mother as the rain would make the maize germinate. L sat on the veranda staring at the sky. The atmosphere was peaceful that l instantly drifted my mind to what had occurred a month ago, where everything was perfect with both parents alive but things changed as l was waiting for my Grade 7 results when my father died. Baby! Baby! L heard my mom crying and I knew what it meant, my daddy had passed away. L started imagining how life was going to be since my daddy had passed away of which he was the bread winner and I was only left with my mother who was just a house wife without proper education. After all l had just completed my Grade 7 and looking forward to continue with my education of which my mother was just a house wife she was not employed so this was indeed a hard journey. After the funeral my father's relatives took everything that we had only except for the old pick-up truck which was in my mother's name. We were forced to move to the rural areas in Mutare. All our relatives turned their backs on us saying that my mother had caused my father's death. This made me angry thinking how people can make such accusations instead of comforting us. This made realise that l was only left with my mother alone with no one to turn to since every relative we had rejected us. Luckily when my daddy died it was during holiday. Hence using the little agriculture l had learnt at school together with my mother we started a garden using the truck we had to deliver our vegetables to markets. L was interpreted from my thoughts by mom who was calling me to get inside the house as it was getting dark and it was now raining.

L got inside the house and mom started cooking our supper. As she was cooking a message notification popped up from her old Samsung j2, she asked me too check who it was. As l checked to see the message l almost dropped the phone with excitement, it was a message from my former school indicating that our Grade 7 results were out and ready for collection. L shared the news with my mother and she said we would go to collect them tomorrow morning. The whole night l could not sleep as l was looking forward to see my results. Morning came and we got into our old Toyota open-truck and headed to Harare where l attend my junior school. We arrived at the school and we were welcomed by a smiling depot headmaster. He congratulated me as the only girl with 5 units amongst all girls at the school. My mom was so proud that she promised me that she would work extra hard to send me for a boarding school to continue with my education. We returned home and my mom would not stop praising me saying l should continue working hard that l would one day change our life style. After a week my mom applied for a form one place at Hartzel High School one of the best local schools in Mutare and luckily l was accepted since l had good results.

My name is Trishy Phillips 13 years of age, l live with my mother. L am light in completion and l am the true definition of the word beautiful not tall neither am l short l am what they call medium. L have small shaped boobs together with curved hips which are supported by what you call big ass, l am a size 34. This is my story...