Saturday, 22 September 2018

THE MISERY OF MUTINTA (EPISODE 1)

THE MISERY OF MUTINTA

Episode 1

(Original Concept, year 2015)

This is a factual story which talks about issues affecting a girl child due to poverty and poor standard of living.
 it only requires you to be attentive, learn something and participate through comments.

Just from the begging of it all  life has not been fair to me right. I was born into a beautiful family; three boys and five girls plus mum and dad, survival had been a struggle.
My father was selling, avocados, mangoes, pawpaw and guavas and my mum was a petty trader who dealt in foodstuffs.
We lived in Dundumwezi a remote village somewhere in the Southern part of Zambia.
My father’s business didn’t earn him much and even after combining with the proceeds of my mum’s petty trading, my parents still couldn’t afford 3 square meals to sustain the family.
I am the first child; followed by a male then females before the two last males.
I never went to school even for a day. None of us did. Then disaster struck.
My father went for his usual business and never came back.
On dispersal of a search party, it turned out that he fell from the pawpaw tree and died on the spot.
This sudden death of my dad launched my family into more terrible hardship and my mum couldn’t cope.
Things grew worse after my dad’s burial and it became necessary for my mum to send us out to live with different people in the city.
At that time I was 15 years old and my immediate younger brother was 13.
It was my late father’s sister that brought up the suggestion to my mother and my mother quickly bought the idea and soon had me introduced to my madam.
In a matter of days, the whole arrangement was concluded and I followed my madam back to the city of Kafue.
The first few days, I was treated well maybe because it was my first day of arrival.
I was shown around the house, taught how to use some of the appliances, I was also shown the little room that was to be my room and also the small mattress that was to be my mattress.
Then I settled in my new home with hope that things would move fine and my madam won’t have any reason to send me home prematurely….

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