Tears Of A Helpless Woman

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Episode 1

My name is Mwansa Yande, I am an orphan who was raised by my uncle and his wife. My parents passed on in a terrible car accident when I was 3 and I joined my grandmother in the village. I remember the village so well although I left when I was 12, my uncle picked me saying I had to go to school.

My uncle works for the mines as a geologist while my aunt is a housewife. She is nothing like my mother, yes I do remember my mother so well. She was light skinned and beautiful, with hair that fell over her shoulders. I hear my parents were so rich and they were the bread winners of the family, I can imagine what that means because if they were better than my uncle then they should have been stinking rich.

My uncle has a beautiful house, it has 7bedrooms and I donā€™t know how many bathrooms. You should be thinking for people who are so rich, I must at least be a middle child. Well Iā€™m far from that , Iā€™m not even a maid. Iā€™m simply an outcast.

At the back of this mansion is a chicken run and in the next room is a neglected storeroom. Its neither painted nor vanished its simply another room that should have equally been a chicken run. Well to cut the long story short, that is my room.

Its very accommodating to all my needs and I guess i am happy. For me, happiness is a choice. Like you choose to be sad, I have chosen to be happy in all situations. You see for a girl like me you donā€™t really have much choices, for example none of the things that have happened to me are my choice. So when given an opportunity to choose, I choose happiness.

My aunty and uncle have two children together, they are twins. I call them my sisters from another planet, not in their faces of course. But thatā€™s how I often refer to them. They are sisters from another planet because they are blessed with hate that I can not explain, very bitter beings.

My uncle is in a world of his own and in his world I barely exist, talk of being invisible.

I only have one thing I boast of and thatā€™s my writing talent, I write everything and I document everything about my life. I remained with a couple of books that my father left, thatā€™s all my grandmother kept and she didnā€™t explain much about where my parents property went.

I donā€™t consider what my aunty does to me as ā€œmistreatingā€ I call it tough love. She loves me but in a very tough way. Her children, the twinsā€¦
She calls them miracle babies because she struggled in labor. Well, they go by the namesā€¦. Joy And Faith. Faith is really dark while Joy is quite light, thatā€™s the only way I can tell them apart. Other than that, they look so much alike. They are 18years of age, very beautiful and very spoilt.

My uncle promised that I would be starting first grade again on my 21st birthday. I did learn from 1st grade to 7th in the village, hence I can write and read fluently.

Anyway my birthday is in two weeks and I am so excited. I was supposed to be in night school with other adults but my aunty said no. She wants me to be in day school a class filled with kids that will probably laugh at me, I know itā€™s a plot to get me frustrated so I stop school but against all odds.. I am a survivor.

I survived this life, I survived everything my aunt threw at me. I will survive this one too, I just want to learn more how to read and write. I Like to read and write a lot but my English is basic. I guess thatā€™s all I can do. I have absolutely no interest in arithmetic or any other subjects. One day I hope to be a writer. I believe I will sale a lot of books. Iā€™m so excited about school because I get to move a step closer to my dream of becoming a writer. Iā€™m not sure how that will play out but I believe all will go well in Gods time.

The first thing I would like to buy when I become successful is a house, because this steel roof above my head steals every inch of sleep I have. It makes serious noise when it rains and I often wake up in tears staring at the mansion and wondering how life turned out this way for me.

Another thing I would like is a beautiful bed bought from a furniture shop. I want so many things but firstly I want school.


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