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Determines
The Way
BY NGONI C. CHISIKARAMBWE
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Copyright © Ngoni C. Chisikarambwe
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Acknowledgments
This book writing venture was made
successful by the support and assistance
from my very supportive secretary, Nyarai
Chikukwa (Ms), who went out of her way to
type the initial manuscripts outside the
employment boundaries. Apparrently, also
not forgetting my dear wife Eddinah
Nyandoro (Ms), who endured loneliness
when I devoted my precious time penning
this book.
I also thank everyone who made this book a
success, I cannot mention all the names but I
am grateful.
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Dedication
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CHAPTER 1
I
was born on 19 August 1961, in the
small agricultural town then named
Sinoia, now Chinhoyi, in Southern
Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. I was named
Ngoni, the other second name Crispen I
named myself, during the struggle for our
liberation from the bondage of colonialism. I
thought a vernacular name was backward
and primitive. That shows how our minds
were captured, thinking that only western
names and culture was the right thing.
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never thought they were to be blessed with
a baby boy again.
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His pathetic health condition made me to
choose my first career. If I could have gone
to a proper school. I wanted to be a medical
doctor, primarily to assist my ailing father,
but as always, fate would not allow that.
How cruel life is, at times!
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breathing was the condition. When under
attack, one could hear him struggling to
breathe: wheezing - from a distance.
Indeed, it was a sorry sight. At times, I
would shed a tear, feeling pity for him.
Unfortunately, there was not much I could
do, except to be near him as much as
possible, helping mum with his needs,
medicines, water to drink and food.
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strong inclination to herbs is more
pronounced even up to today.
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lived near farms. I still remember the names
of the various medicines.
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He angrily rebuked me, “Ngoni, why do you
want to change the name that I gave you,
for there is a reason? There is a meaning
attached to it,” he emphasised.
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That was the militant aspect in me, the
fighting spirit in me.
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numerous and occasional visits to fetch the
much-needed life-saving traditional herbs.
G
iven the poor health of my dear
father, for two good years, he
could not be employed. This
happened soon after I was born, I was later
told. The municipal house we were
occupying, in this small agricultural town,
was taken away from us due to our failure to
pay the rentals timeously. The only income
stream during that period had dried up and
the family suffered a lot. Despite that, the
family had to eat. Being in town, almost
everything had to be bought. School fees
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and other daily necessities had to be
financed. I can imagine, it was hell, real
suffering for the entire family!
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manager is Mr. David Moyes, who once
managed Manchester United, one of the
biggest soccer teams in the entire world.
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to go to school. It was not necessary and an
additional expense to the farm.
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fertilisers and harvesting. There is a popular
saying, which says that farm work is always
ongoing. It's seasonal and repetitive. Soon
after completing the harvesting, then there
is packaging for the market. Then the cycle
commences again with the land
preparations. There is always some work to
be done at the farms.
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their sorrows, partaking home brewed
opaque traditional beer.
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permissible. Beef remained a luxury, only on
rare occasions, cattle would be slaughtered,
when something good had happened, like
achieving set targets and good harvests.
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The cost was obviously beyond the reach of
many people of colour, hence this forced
good gesture by this "boss" in question.
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The whole family was happy, the grannies
and uncles were happy too. Perhaps they
were relieved, that finally, they would have
their peace. I saw happiness on my
mother's face; it was that kind of joy which I
hadn't noticed in a very long time.
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I was now sitting on his lap, fidgeting with
his neatly shaved moustache. I was very
happy to be close to my own father, for I
had missed him so much. I was only hearing
stories about him, now there he was live in
flesh.
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education. I resolved to leave no stone
unturned in a bid to achieve my goals, to
make it happen.
CHAPTER 3
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y father had to migrate to the
city of Salisbury for greener
pastures. The place we
moved to in around early 1966, was a semi-
urban and rural settlement of Hunyani, now
St. Mary's. It was a sprawling settlement for
mostly the poor and vulnerable members of
the society, composed of migrants from the
neighboring countries, namely: Zambia,
Malawi and Mozambique.
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The houses were of various shapes and
sizes, built haphazardly, using mortar, poles
and mud. There was no uniformity to talk
about. If I were to reflect, most of the
dwellings were substandard, not fit for
human habitation.
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peri-urban settlement, rural area of Seke
and several farms - Doward, Philmon and
Richard.
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challenges my parents encountered on
several occasions.
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bless him and abundantly reward him where
ever he is.
CHAPTER 4
I
started schooling in the year 1968.
During those years, the first year at
school for us the people of colour, in
the colonial Rhodesia, was referred to as
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sub - standard "A”. It was basically
rudimentary learning to read and write the
Queen’s language, the mother's language
(Shona), a bit of the Christian's holy book -
the Bible and a bit of figures, a subject that
was referred to as Arithmetic - the basics, -
addition, subtraction, multiplication and
division.
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endured the trials and tribulations. The will
made me stronger and I continued with my
schooling. The hardship became the norm.
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The class teacher was a middle-aged
woman of medium built and moderately light
in complexion. Her name, I still vividly
remember - was T. Duri, she was married to
a teacher of a nearby primary school,
Zengeza.
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No wonder why, there is wide gap in terms
of behavior and work ethics. If comparisons
were to be carried out between the pupils of
the olden days and the pupils of nowadays,
there are vast differences.
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That was the given situation, we had no
choice, and we had to endure for our quest
for an education and the future.
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The school authorities were very strict on
the payment of the fees. There was a clear
policy in existence - "no fees no school".
The majority of learners, including myself
endured the see-saw battle, being sent
home for none payment and parents visiting
the school for negotiations. We became
used, for it was the order of the day.
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The same applies to the shoes or tennis
shoes, those were a luxury, only a few could
afford.
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we were late by only a few minutes, myself
and my elder brother - we were heavily
punished. Being young, for I was only about
six years old, I cried out, tears streaming
down my cheeks. I became an object of
ridicule when I finally entered the classroom.
The class teacher threatened to beat up me
again, if I kept on crying, for I was making
noise.
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The more she shouted, the louder I cried.
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my core business at this learning institution.
The class teacher sympathetically, came to
my rescue this time around. Authoritatively,
she restrained the naughty boys and girls. It
was a kind humane move, a huge
confidence booster.
CHAPTER 5
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hen I resumed schooling in
1971, now as a second
grader, since I had spent two
good years at home, the school work was
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like really starting afresh. I had almost
forgotten what I had learnt, the basic
concepts.
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Given the hostile and difficult
circumstances, I pushed on, struggling; it
was not a surprise when I obtained poor
grades at the end of that year. Given the
circumstances, I did not give up, I kept on
working hard, looking into the future with
determination and confidence.
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chairperson of the church's music
committee.
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beds to be precise, to grow onions,
tomatoes and some green vegetables.
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understatement. I really wanted to study and
change my life, to secure a better future and
assist my parents as much as possible. It
was my ambition to break this chain of
poverty in the family. I was convinced that it
could be done.
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respective schools. Then it was time to go
back home, this time in the school’s mini
bus, the young children were excited. We
were very grateful.
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results were very positive for I was
successful. I was on cloud nine, I was very
happy, the first hurdle was over. I looked
forward to join this church mission school
the following year.
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United Methodist Church and Marist
Brothers of the Catholic Church.
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CHAPTER 6
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he bottle necking from primary to
secondary schooling was
deliberate. The high schools
which were there at that time, were meant to
produce just enough for the professions like:
teaching, nursing, medical assistants,
clerical staff and junior white-collar
occupations.
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bricklaying, carpentry, plumbing and so
forth. In short, I would say all the other jobs
and occupations.
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only posts after independence, the majority
of them were trained abroad and in other
independent black countries like Ghana,
Kenya, Egypt, Nigeria and so forth.
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Correspondence College and The Rapid
Results College.
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the racist government and opportunities to
work in some regional countries and abroad.
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CHAPTER 7
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n January 1976, I was
mentally and emotionally
ready to start my
secondary education which I was yearning
for.
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wanted to use the funds he had saved for
my schooling to marry his wife, a nurse, he
alleged.
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a few days before the opening of the
schools. There was no much time for them
to run around.
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The value of education is also recognized
mostly by the learned. It takes a sharp stone
to sharpen another.
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my innocent eyes, perhaps, he had no
reasonable answer, perhaps he felt too
guilty to answer me.
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It really dawned on me that I had to do it
myself. I had to look for other ways, other
means to fend for myself to work really hard
and fulfill my dreams.
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For a whole year, he made me manage his
small corner shop, near our home, hedging
this move by the fact that I was actually
working for my high school fees and other
necessities. Until today, he still has a
question to answer.
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CHAPTER 8
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he zeal in me to further my
education, to attend a secondary
school, made me to have a never-
say-never spirit. I had to find other ways to
fulfill and realize my dream. I vowed that
nothing, yes, absolutely nothing, would
stand in my way. I remembered one of Bob
Marley's songs - that was the period when
this music legend was topping the charts
musically, with his inspirational and
revolutionary reggae music. He was an
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international icon, one of his songs had the
following lyrics:
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prevailing situation. That kind of
arrangement suited my forced
circumstances at that time. To me it was a
God-given chance. I was ready and
prepared to labour for my fees and
boarding.
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to board a bus to town to my new secondary
school.
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I was advised to follow a dusty road,
eastwards, it was almost sun-set and I
became jittery.
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bicycle. The two of us were now walking on
foot chatting. We shared a lot, the life at the
farm, the boarding school, the dos and
don’ts at my new home. I gladly thanked
her. Soon, we arrived at our destination.
CHAPTER 9
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he sight of this so-called boarding
school, the structures were far
beyond my expectations, I could
not believe my eyes. My heart sank.
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pole and dagga. The roof coverings were of
thatched grass. According to me, comparing
with the buildings of my previous school,
this was a sorry state of affairs.
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That evening, I did not eat. I had no
appetite, my hopes were shattered, my
expectations betrayed me.
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fertilizer on a certain field, all the fields had
names, I can't remember this one.
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bathing room. This made it a real mess,
soon an unpleasant odour was the order of
the day.
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majority seats in parliament, would team up
together with his wife, to pay the employees
of this farm.
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The pay day was also the day when some
basic food rations were handed out. Each
and every employee was given some mealie
meal, beans, kapenta dried fish and coarse
salt. The rations were proportionally shared
according to the size of one's family. Items
like sugar and cooking oil were not included.
Those were regarded as a luxury, more of
forbidden fruits.
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between the employer and the helpers was
sound and cordial. The farm owner was
actually boasting, telling his visitors that he
had some young and strong boys, the
school boarders at the farm, as part of his
corporate social responsibility.
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In most cases, he used to motivate and
encourage me by saying that this life is full
of ups and downs but the hardships would
end soon if we could just get our junior
certificates and leave the school. Those
words inspired me.
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The end of term exams were written. I really
surprised myself. I had very good results in
all subjects.
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This was a gimmick, a ploy by the racist
school authorities to hoodwink us the
boarders to return back to this farm school.
The school finally closed. We were paid our
monies. Every Saturday, we were actually
working for our transport and logistics to and
from the school. The journey to the bus
terminus was very eventful. We were all
happy to go home.
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I
arrived home in the evening, all the
members of the family were excited to
see me. We greeted each other and
exchanged pleasantries. My mother was
happy, very happy with my end of term
exam results. However, she was not happy
with my now frail body. I had lost weight
significantly. I did explain in detail, the daily
living and learning conditions at Inyati
Boarding School. My health condition
prompted my parents to think otherwise.
That I should find an alternative better place
of learning.
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payments. I hurriedly applied, luckily the
response was very positive. However, the
tricky conditions were that the headmaster
of the school where one was attending
would write to the body, explaining the full
circumstances of the applicant.
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lecture on the values and ethics about his
beloved profession - teaching.
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different from the behavior of my own elder
brother, such is life.
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CHAPTER 11
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y mentors, collectively agreed
that I should study on my
own, with the close
assistance of Mr. L.Mbigi, the study group
mentor. The study materials and the
relevant textbooks were organised from
some of the students in the same study
group and the mentors themselves. As a
joint effort, purely on humantarian grounds,
donated some of their relevant study
materials.
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sometime in the year 1975, my final year at
primary school.
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Reading, cleaning and maintenance of the
church grounds became my routine, until
the mid-year of that year 1976.The place
also became a meeting place among the
youths from the community who were
studying for various examinations. Even my
cousin who was at the university, the only
such high learning institution in the country,
at that time, would during his semester
break, visit this place for serious studying.
As a result, I met friends, a lot of them -
that's how I also met my ex-wife, the one
who dumped me soon after investing in her!
I financed the completion of her high school
education, tertiary training in Secretarial
Studies, assisted her to get employment
with a local international bank, her only
employment in her life! It was a success
story, given our bumpy backgrounds. Life is
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always not fair, now that she was rubbing
shoulders with the elite, she thought
otherwise! She thought that I was I not good
enough and I was no longer in her class. I
had no choice, but to move on with my life. I
remarried and started all over again. The
slogan that "life goes on", was appropriate
in such circumstances.
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comes back to you, it was really meant to be
yours.
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The quarrels grew louder. I could not
stomach such an environment and it was
disturbing my studies. I decided to look for
any job so that I could get my peace of mind
and get some finance for my personal
needs and also chip in at home. It was a
joint effort. True, given our circumstances, I
had to chip in. I understood the
circumstances very well.
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CHAPTER 12
T
he pressure at home from my
other family members to look for
work forced me to try my luck at
factories and industries all over the city.
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finished product! I had to think of means and
ways to generate some income for me to
finance my numerous trips to town.
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education. My aunt - the one who once
bragged that I must forget about attending a
secondary school, since her husband, my
elder brother, was now married, the one
who turned down his earlier pledge to
finance my secondary education - such is
life! Indeed, history repeats itself, it also
happened in the case of the biblical Joseph.
He was to be a saviour to his elder brothers
during a famine at that period, the very
people who sold him to the travelers on their
way to Egypt, simply because of jealous.
CHAPTER 13
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he desire to get a better and
decent education propelled me to
look for any legal form of
employment. My late sister Chipo, a heavily
built young lady, a bit light in complexion got
wind of her boss's father’s need of a young
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man who would accompany him to his work
place. His work place was in the bush, along
the Zambezi River escarpment. He needed
a young man who would be his assistant,
porter, cook and so forth.
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want to be referred to as an old man. Given
that scenario, he would try to conceal his
balding head as much as he could.
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The departing day was revealed in the
following two days, that was enough time to
go and bid a farewell to my parents,
colleagues and friends.
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person. The zeal for me to know a lot about
the work and the way we would be living,
made me to ask him a barrage of questions.
The answers were mostly one-word
answers. The boss would converse very
fluently in Shona. It was very surprising how
he would quickly change to the Queen's
language in front of his peers and equally
change his attitude towards the blacks when
there were white people around. I witnessed
this when we met some coloureds and a few
whites at the department’s headquarters in
the capital city when we went to get the
supplies for the trip. He suddenly changed
his attitude towards me, it was a norm to
mistreat the people of colour in front of the
whites. It was deemed that blacks were a
cursed lot, inferior and good for nothing
race. How painful it was, to be treated like a
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second-class citizen in one's own country!
The mistreatment actually made me even
work harder on my studies, to get a decent
education and better qualifications and
challenge the status quo. It is widely
accepted that an educated black person has
the guts and confidence to face racial
discrimination anywhere in the world.
CHAPTER 14
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he journey was less eventful, we
were stopping at every town for
refreshments and recess. I was
generously fed - pies, fruits and drinks were
bought for me. The boss was not eating
much, he would occasionally take sips of
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some cold beers. Yes, very cold, for we had
a cooler box.
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speed. We were now in an animal infested
area, both wild and domesticated, for we
were in a farming and gaming area.
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"Guys this is Chris, my new assistant, he is
still young. Assist him and make him feel at
home", the boss sort of commanded.
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CHAPTER 15
he transit camp, had a few
buildings - an office, a storeroom, a
dormitory and some ablution
blocks.
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the night. The arrangement was that I was
to put up in the truck, that was to be "my"
bedroom for the following three weeks.
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abundance. We had unlimited choice of
game meat, fish and birds. Occasionally we
would enjoy some wild vegetables.
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The daily routine was that the boss and the
gang would leave in the morning and come
back around three in the afternoon. During
their absence, we would prepare the
respective meals for the boss and the rest of
the gang. Yes, segregation was
everywhere, it was the order of the day.
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CHAPTER 16
T
he daily routine continued; days
changed into weeks. The working
arrangements were three weeks in
the bush and two weeks off days. Since we
worked Monday to Saturday, only Sundays
were reserved for resting cleaning, hunting
and fishing.
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This area we were in had some ruins of
human settlement. It reminded me of my
late mother who was of the Kore Kore tribe.
She used to tell me of stories of their
ancestry living in the Zambezi escarpment
only to be moved away to pave way for the
construction of the Kariba dam; the biggest
man-made lake in the country.
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our lives by firing some bullets in the air,
that's when they ran away, such was the
way of living in the bush.
CHAPTER 17
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arly January, in the year 1977, I
had to find a job for mainly the
sake of my soul, for the peace of
mind and to study away from the madding
crowd, as if it were.
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Soon, I got employed, in the then coloureds’
suburb of Arcadia, in Salisbury. I was
employed as a domestic worker - a two in
one sort of job. I was both a house cleaner
and a gardener.
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respected me very much, he would refer to
me as an "uncle".
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Services. The company provides cleaning,
pest controlling, gardening and landscaping
services. I used my past experience with
some bit of imagination.
CHAPTER 18
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T
he following year in February
1978, I landed myself a job as a
shop assistant, at Ladybird Mini
Market. This mini market was situated in the
suburb of Braeside next to Arcadia where I
was working as a domestic helper.
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The trend was basically the same until June
when I decided to change towns and try my
luck in the clerical field.
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The following month in July, as fate would
have it, my mother asked me to accompany
her to Sinoia to visit her sick mother.
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so much, they would listen to most of the
things he said and took heed of his advice. I
was different. I was a bit militant. I stood for
my rights, I didn't like the oppressive and
racist system. I wasn't alone, it was a norm
mostly among the young blacks for the
winds of change were blowing in Africa in
general and in Rhodesia, in particular. It
was during the height of a bitter armed
struggle and the guerrillas were gaining
ground, hence the change of attitude
amongst most of the black youths.
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The conditions of service were superb, for I
was now a government employee, a civil
servant. I really thanked my stars. I was now
reaping the fruits of my hard work. I kept on
studying, I could now afford to pay for my
distance education materials, for the next
level, which was GCE - Ordinary levels
examinations. I must admit, the studies
were now a bit tough.
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I worked for close to four years from 1978 to
1982. In between; I was also attending
evening classes at Nemakonde High
School.
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way their studies, teachers and
headmasters, for the new government
emphasised ordinary levels as a basic
academic qualification. Most primary school
teachers of that time had trained after
Standard Six or the Junior Certificate level,
hence it was like back to school for most
people.
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CHAPTER 19
I
n April 1982, I joined the Electricity
Supply Commission, now Zimbabwe
Electricity Supply Authority, as an
Accounts Clerk, on the recommendation of
my lady boss, Mrs. I. Jackson. The power
authority had better scope of work. I always
wanted challenges in my life. The salary and
other benefits were much better. I joined this
quasi-government entity on a former
European salary scale. I must have been
one of the pioneers among the people of
colour to enjoy the once benefits reserved
for whites, thanks to our liberators, those
who suffered and perished in the bush,
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those who lie buried in shallow graves. May
their dear departed souls rest in eternal
peace.
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employment with this power authority, to
work in the capital city.
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attended St. Mary’s Secondary School, in
Chitungwiza, an Anglican mission school.
It's very unfortunate, he passed away at a
very young age, and may his soul rest in
eternal peace.
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Designs Contractors and Ray Support
Company (Private) Limited.
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CONCLUSION
I
am happy to a certain extent that I did
manage to achieve my intended
goals. I managed to assist my siblings
and improve the life of my dear parents
before their passing on, may their souls rest
in eternal peace. I even renovated my
parents’ house and the same elder brother,
who was once cruel to me, if the truth is to
be told, is now staying in that renovated
house, enjoying the fruits of my labour and
sacrifice - such is life! He is forgiven, for to
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err is human to forgive is divine, so the
Christian Holly Book, says.
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