Category: Charity

Story of my life Part 2

Care to read Part 1 here

Continued …

It was exactly 2 years after the tragic death of my son, some unruly over-speeding guy who knocked off my son and he died on the spot. The police blamed me for negligence. I blamed the council for not putting speed humps on the road and more directly the driver for a speed too much in a residential area. 

As I came out of the shops I saw kids laughing and pointing to a corner. Curiosity got the best of me. I went there only to discover that there was a child being mocked and bullied. People shouted at her. Moreso nobody wanted to touch him. I asked for the parents and was directed to a house in the middle of the neighborhood. 

The mother of the child was in a temper. Step mom to be exact. She didn’t want to hear anything to do with the kid. I offered to take care of the kid for her, after narrating my odeal. She looked stern then smiled. A deal was sealed. 

The rumor mill began circulating again. How on earth could I adopt a child. Everyone called me cursed. Moreso with the condition of the child, everyone felt it was taboo to have such a child. It was unheard off. An abomination in this part of the world. If only they knew better. Muhammad Ali once said “Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn’t matter which color does the hating. It’s just plain wrong.”

I took great care of my newly adopted son like he was my own. He was now my own. His relatives had denied him. They had cast him away. My teachings tells me that “Our true nationality is mankind”

Enrolling him into school was a nightmare. The headmaster only agreed after reaching an agreement that he would sit on his own desk. 

If I thought raising a child out of wedlock was a nightmare then try raising a child who has been condemned by the society. It didn’t help matters as I too, was condemned by the same society for promiscuity, giving birth at 17 to what I still boldly declare was out of love than anything else. 

My begging routine increased. I did all the work that was available to cloth this boy. To feed him and to educate him. He is one boy who had a hobo of nicknames. When he came home one day looking pale, I was worried. After he had told me that he fancied a girl and proposed to her but was rejected because of his condition I felt a lump on my throat. I was angry. 

He never did sports at school. I remember too well that when he was a soccer team goalkeeper the other schools boycotted the match altogether unless if he was removed from the team. His only ability that no one could dispute was his intelligence. He always excelled in school and thus earned him a few friends. Friends at school only, all because he had left for Harvard where he graduated with a degree in Medicine. 

It was only 8 years later when he came back treating an outbreak disease. The disease had wiped out homes and continued to do so. After a lengthy telephone conversation he had sort donations from #CDC and #WHO, he led the team of doctors to eradicate the disease. He chose his home area first since it was marginalized. 

As people waited in the hall for the Doctors from America to arrive and cure their kids, people were chatting noisily and some trying to out do others in speaking. The first 5 doctors walked in and people applauded, then he walked in last and there was stone silence. Everyone couldn’t believe their eyes, others mouth opened, others half smiling and some frozen half way when they clapped. 

“But he is an Albino”, the elderly gentleman pointed to him with his cane. “Our society does not allow Albinos, that’s why we have too much rains. It’s taboo. It’s a tell tale sign”

Sensing tension the Health minister said “I present to you one of the best doctors the country has ever produced, your own kinsman and the leader of the team. Please let’s not be racist and give him a round of applause”

His opening remark was simple but loaded with message. “Mindsets play strange tricks on us,” he said. “We see things the way our minds have instructed our eyes to see…

At the corner of the Hall I just thought to myself “It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.”

No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior. All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them

                                                   oOo

NB. Written in solidarity with Albinos world over who are subjected by their society. 

*Based on a false story. 

Advertisements

The bridge that Petronella built

Today I sleep with a smile, something I haven’t done in years and tomorrow I will walk with a spring in my step. It’s a proud feeling that I have that I wish to share with you.

I have always believed in quiting something I like more, to achieve a goal. 1 january 2015 I quit facebook to begin a journey that’s making me sleep peacefully. I had gained some reputation as the public entertainer and an avid lover of posting photos of wherever I go.

I had also grown fond of the posts by Strive Masiyiwa. He is surely the only person I miss about Facebook. The aim of quiting facebook was to minimise time I spend on social media. I deleted and exited all watsapp groups but for Twitter I had grown an addiction and I was on it another year longer.

Ironically or should i say conicidentally I was also a follower of Tsitsi Masiyiwa wife to Strive. With her passion about disadvanted kids I was inspired.

Then there is this person by the name Petronella Maramba. She inspired me to go into philanthropy. Even though I’m miles away from being called so, but i got the idea from her. The love she has for disadvantaged children is an inspiration to me. I wondered why somebody didn’t do something.  Then I realized, I am somebody.

Even though I have tried to join forces with several groups, they always shut me out. I have tried joining hands to even have people who can do motivational speaking at my former high school but seems majority all like doing it by themselves.

It was upon reading Petronella’s Twitter posts that i decided to sponsor kids for O’level. Today I’m proud to say 1 kid that I’m not related to I was sponsoring sat for 8 subjects and passed them all. He got 6As. Congratulations Eesa Kazembe. I’m proud of you.

Even though I quit twitter 1 Jan 2016 to concentrate more on several other things among them helping the kids cross the great divide, the O’level bridge I only wish more people could join the fraternity and sponsor students from their former high schools.

It’s not suprising that when one needs to host a bachelor’s party people are willing to part with $20 for braii and beers, even if it means depositing the cash into someone’s account they never know, solong there is joy.

It’s not suprising that most people can go for drinks and spend $100 or more. Have we taken a step to look into the fact that at our former high schools there are students failing to pay $50 fees.

Why do we often lead in forming social watsapp groups that chew much of our time instead of forming groups of 5 that each person donates $10 per term ($3.33 per month or 0.11c per day) then you collectively sponsor someone’s fees.

This year I’m sponsoring a girl child and the number under my arm has risen to 4. The life of Jairos Jiri inspired me. “If only” we could have more of the Jairos Jiri people. If only

Why do we have to always wait for the nation to do something for us. Why can’t we do something for the nation. Go the extra mile.  It’s never crowded.

Look at your friends, what do you have in common. Are they the ones who quickly jump when you say guys its friday beer is on me. I have tried and dismally failed convincing and converting my friends to sponsor a child in their respective home arears. What followed was a thorough purging.

Don’t let negative and toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them out!‘ Rather have people around you who are passionate about others than those who are self centred who believe whenever you have cash in excess you need to spend it on them.

I do hereby challenge you dear reader, what are you doing with that excess cash. Take a time to think and reflect, would it kill you to skip buying pizza just once and use that cash to pay someone’s fees. Will you really die if you skip buying your favourite 6 pack of beer 1 weekend and use that cash to sponsor a child’s fees somewhere in the rural areas.

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving” – Mother Theresa

“Love only grows by sharing. You can only have more for yourself by giving it away to others”. – Brian Tracy

It takes each of us to make a difference for all of us. — Jackie Mutcheson

To Petronella
“May whatever you believe in keep you going, i don’t have cash to pay thank you but i can only give you the gift of a prayer”.

It’s good to be blessed.  It’s better to be a blessing.