The other border jumber(prologue2)
posted on Tuesday, April 07, 2009 09:04 PM
Despite the economy that has been falling in Zimbabwe, my childhood condition hadn’t been that stable and it sort had constantly made me groan when I’d had looked back, visualising the fates that had taken off the people I thought I could be relying upon till I’m sorted enough to be on my own .
When my father got deceased and mum had fled to her first husband, I with my two sisters, we were taken and got raised in the hands of my dear aunt Judith, who used to work as a maid in one of the richest suburbs just on the west of Harare.
The suburb was called Borrowdale.
When seven years passed, she died, that was before my half sister who was the eldest and named after her and that's when the unstable routine of my life began to worsen.
I had to be passed from family to another through my aunt's children, which were grown up with their own families to take care of and it seemed to me that i was another load to struggle for with the crisis cripling Zimbabwe.
Richard was the only brother left amongst them after the eldest Maxwell, death. Stella, the eldest of my aunt's daughters was living in Mutoko, surviving by farming and her husband commonly known as Mudzengerere who had been a qualified builder making fortune and from gossip, women’s had doomed most of his earnings .
Phebi, the second, married with a war veteran, staying with her large family in Mutare, with her husband she had done well by affording a nice decent house with the money that had been granted to all war veterans in the year 1997. Somehow it had sunken down and the family was in chaos, this I had witnessed at close hand during my holiday visit.
Pamela, whom I consider to be blessed for her husband Kayereka, a father of only daughters as if he was cursed, he was a good role model, from his rounds of selling ice cream in the locations of Chitungwiza, and on the other hand educating himself in business, by doing so he had ended up involved in a private sector, importing and exporting enterprise.
And the youngest Sunshine whom I had shared childhood with, she was married with a manager of one of the restaurants in Harare called Nando’s, Sunshine had something that was driving us all relatives made in her life, the dying of her children when still babies, it was completely terrible and pityful.
These are all the children my aunt had raised through her poor life, not to mention Godfree, Phebi’s first born son who had a paralytic disease and us. In my whole life Aunt Judith, had remained a strong and social inspirational woman, another kind of a role model that I still keep on my right hand side in memory. From the little she used to earn from work and a shabeen she used to launch every night behind her employees backs and few tenants’ money from a house she had laboured to get in Chitungwiza. After long, she had invested on another one in Hatcliff, on a cooperative scheme and made a will that if she died, the one in Chitungwiza would belong to her son Richard and the other to all her daughters.
Mind me! Not only that was her wealthy, she had owns a great head of cattle’s kept with Stella and ended with too much of a pride and honour from all she had done to heal, empower and to save and may God bless her soul forever.