After passing my Grade 7 exams, I couldn’t celebrate as much as the other kids did because going to Grade 8 became stressful. We had no money to buy a new uniform and I was not allowed to be in class in the 1st term because I had not even paid the school fees. I spent the whole term selling sweets at a corner along Ghana Avenue opposite Kabwe Central Police (I hope you remember the line “Pa Kabwe Central paja pa Ghana Street”).
In term 2 after noticing that my situation was still the same, I was forced to ask my cousin Artson Mumba to give me his old school uniform since he had just completed high school the previous year. That’s the uniform you are looking at😂. It is my own story that inspires me. Now you know why I work hard.
THE FACES IN THE PICTURE: Me and my friends Rodwell Sunday Nama (that’s the guy in my previous post with a BMX) and Daniel Daka (M.H.S.R.I.EP). The three of us rode bikes together. The only difference is that my bicycle was already 11 years old when I inherited it from my uncles😂but I treated it like I was its first owner😂 because owning a BMX was the coolest thing those days. Before the BMW, I used to push ifingelengele and ifigiligili. My childhood was rough but I thank God for the happy moments I shared with my friends, the help that I received from some of my relatives and most importantly the values that my hero (my mother) instilled in me. The journey continues.
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We are slowly looking more and more like the end of times are close. Morality is no longer an issue with this generation.
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