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the journey
Growing up in the village has so many disadvantages, you are deprived of so many opportunities. Maya was the third child in a family of seven children of Simon's second wife. The first wife just took off and left five children, I always wonder why maybe she was fed up of rural life where by there is not much to do but do homestead errands. Maya's mother stepped in to her husband's children as the Mother. I guess she was battling to look after them all but she did not have a choice, she could not walk out of this marriage she would become the talk of the village. Sometimes life is not fair, the less privileged suffer a lot😔. It is like you become the receiver of all bad things.
Maya was a different child from all of them, she was self made, a hard worker, ambitious, eager and determined. The primary school where she went was far from her home. They walked daily to and from bare feeted and on a dusty Rocky gravel road. She did not see the problem with that because that was the only life style she knew. At school she was the top student, She completed her primary level now she was wondering if she was ever going to continue with her education. Maybe her parents would make her sell vegetables like her step siblings. Her family was to large for one provider, worse a mine worker. Her school head teacher had listed her under best students bursaries list. She was praying day and night to get this bursary. Her wish was to get educated. Get a job, work and raise money to start a project that would benefit her village. The village man who distributes mail passed by throwing a letter in her name, when she opened the letter she could not contain herself, she git the bursary. Her parents were more than relieved because they were so much stressed wondering what they were going 5with her since they did not have any finances. She was the promising child in the family, others were medium, they were attending the local secondary school which was very far double the distance of the primary school.
The year ended and January came when she had to pack a few clothing and heard to the new school that will help her make her family better. Ever since she was born she had never left her village, it was her first long and exciting trip to take and mostly ezxing about it was to meet new people, make new friends, live better with priorities. The bus cam to fetch them as a group of students by the big city hall. They were many, she knew no one but before the bus came she had made friends, She was going to a boarding school that was far form. Her vilaage and far from the cities just located it the bushes. The time they got to the school it was laye afternoon and when the bus approached the school she could not wait to explore the buildings.
They were other schools kids already waiting for them. The bus stopped and a tall bald, dark man stepped in accompanied by a big size lady with big afro hair. They introduced themselves. As the boarding Master Mr Nare and the Matron Miss Eliza which was short for Elizabeth. They had a list of all children in the bus and as the call their names they as them to step out and be on the que to collect luggage.
She was so excited to see where she will be sleeping. Her name. Was called she stepped out, qued for her luggage and waited to be ushered to the hostels. The matron showed them dormitories, they were share in twos. The room was neat with two single beds side by side, a locker and closet and a long list of rules types neatly. The matron told them to settle in if the bell rings they have to come down to the dining hall for super. They must follow seniors.
Dinner was so amazing, something she never saw in her life. They were served pasta (macaroni) with side vegetables and grilled piece of chicken. Back in the village she used to only eat chicken feet or intestines because the family was too large.
She ate and left the plate clean and as they walked out of the dining hall they were handed oranges. She could not believe these amazing service that she had no idea they existed.
She took a shower and went to bed. Sunday was going to be a preparation day for Monday first day at high...
Maya was a different child from all of them, she was self made, a hard worker, ambitious, eager and determined. The primary school where she went was far from her home. They walked daily to and from bare feeted and on a dusty Rocky gravel road. She did not see the problem with that because that was the only life style she knew. At school she was the top student, She completed her primary level now she was wondering if she was ever going to continue with her education. Maybe her parents would make her sell vegetables like her step siblings. Her family was to large for one provider, worse a mine worker. Her school head teacher had listed her under best students bursaries list. She was praying day and night to get this bursary. Her wish was to get educated. Get a job, work and raise money to start a project that would benefit her village. The village man who distributes mail passed by throwing a letter in her name, when she opened the letter she could not contain herself, she git the bursary. Her parents were more than relieved because they were so much stressed wondering what they were going 5with her since they did not have any finances. She was the promising child in the family, others were medium, they were attending the local secondary school which was very far double the distance of the primary school.
The year ended and January came when she had to pack a few clothing and heard to the new school that will help her make her family better. Ever since she was born she had never left her village, it was her first long and exciting trip to take and mostly ezxing about it was to meet new people, make new friends, live better with priorities. The bus cam to fetch them as a group of students by the big city hall. They were many, she knew no one but before the bus came she had made friends, She was going to a boarding school that was far form. Her vilaage and far from the cities just located it the bushes. The time they got to the school it was laye afternoon and when the bus approached the school she could not wait to explore the buildings.
They were other schools kids already waiting for them. The bus stopped and a tall bald, dark man stepped in accompanied by a big size lady with big afro hair. They introduced themselves. As the boarding Master Mr Nare and the Matron Miss Eliza which was short for Elizabeth. They had a list of all children in the bus and as the call their names they as them to step out and be on the que to collect luggage.
She was so excited to see where she will be sleeping. Her name. Was called she stepped out, qued for her luggage and waited to be ushered to the hostels. The matron showed them dormitories, they were share in twos. The room was neat with two single beds side by side, a locker and closet and a long list of rules types neatly. The matron told them to settle in if the bell rings they have to come down to the dining hall for super. They must follow seniors.
Dinner was so amazing, something she never saw in her life. They were served pasta (macaroni) with side vegetables and grilled piece of chicken. Back in the village she used to only eat chicken feet or intestines because the family was too large.
She ate and left the plate clean and as they walked out of the dining hall they were handed oranges. She could not believe these amazing service that she had no idea they existed.
She took a shower and went to bed. Sunday was going to be a preparation day for Monday first day at high...
