The Little Girl’s Sadness and Happiness.

I was on my way from Dialstone Library when I noticed a small girl squatting alone on the green loan just outside her house, and she looked very sad and I wondered what happened to her? l guessed that the  little girl’s age was between 3 and 4. In a  couple of minutes a young boy of 10, whom I suspected that he could be the little girl’s brother came out of the dwellings. His eyes raced everywhere in search and finally they rested on the little girl’s face, who was by now looking down on the ground, and her eyes refusing to meet his. “She is here,” he called out to the blond woman in black summery dress, who was standing by the door. The woman manourved towards them, as the young boy made an attempt to amuse her  little sister with cooing sounds but alas the little girl was still in bad mood.

The blond woman went straight for the little girl and tried to have a conversation with her but  it did not succeed. Whatever she said worsened the situation. The littile girl started crying as she ran away from the woman whom I also thought that she could be the little girl’s mother. She followed the little girl as she asked her to calm down.  Finally the little girl gave up and she stopped running abruptly. Her mum came, kneel down besides the little girl and gave her a good hug and talked to her with a soothing tongue. Suddenly there was a dramatic change from sadness to happiness. The little girl  was laughing and kissing her mum. “l love you mum”, said the little girl. “I love you too.” her mum replied. Hand in hand  they strode back to their house.

Then I remembered a quotation from the bible that says if you want to be a leader be like a child. A child does not  carry grudge for long. A child quickly forgives and move on. So was this little girl, upset for a while but in a jet of minutes she was happy as if nothing has happened.

If Wishes Were Horses Beggars Would Ride.

Children in Khorixas, Namibia

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I would be a millionaire and build a mansion for my very old mum  and give her the best care and love before she departs this world. I would build a school in  a very poor little village where I was born to help children not to travel 12 miles a day to and fro as they go to school. I wouldn’t want children in  our village to follow my footsteps and others  of my generation who used to wake up  at 4.00am and start to prepare to  go to school. By the sunrise we would start to climb the mountains while other children in other villages would be crossing the rivers and the valleys as we made our way to school daily. Most of the time we would be  barefooted and in winter time  the hard cold stones would pierce our skin and the pain would last forever. In summer time  we would receive the heavy torrential rains accompanied by thunderstorms and lightning that would pour on us as we made our way home in the late afternoons. At  times we would do the forbidden rule to lie underneath the tallest tree or pole as a way of avoiding being hit  by lighting. By the time we would get home we would be wet  and drenched but our caring parents would have made a big fire and made tea for us to get  warm. Sometimes the rivers  would be flooded and made the journey to school difficult for other children  and missed lessons.In those times it was easier to catch a bilhazier and cholera and it would spread rapidly. Even after school we would help our parents with any chores or go to fetch water  in far distance wells which would travel for about 2.5 miles.  This had been our daily lives and for the few fortunate ones after primary level they would go to  a boarding school or go and live with their extended families in towns to proceed with their secondary education but the majority would be  spending years  travelling 12 miles journey to school. School would mean sometimes learning under a tree and writing what what you have been taught on the ground. Even with sorts conditions we would never take school for granted. Our parents took pride on us. “Education is light. Knowledge is power”. These were often said words with our parents.

As I am writing the situation has never changed but worsened  and some families have no source of income to send their children to school as the economy of Zimbabwe deteriorated in the past years.  As a result the majority of children are out of school. My heart wants to help out but I lack the resources to help the deprived children whose future is in our hands.

I hope and pray that my words are falling on a fertile ground where they would germinate, grow, flourish and they harvest in abundance.