By: Treza Sakonda, Form 2A
I will never forget about this day. I was confused about my life and I did not know what to do anymore. I was like someone else. I did not believe that this horrible thing was happening to me. They told me my mother had died. It was unbelievable to me to hear such a thing. The day my mother died is my most unforgettable day.
My mother died on a Monday morning. It was 12th March, 2008. When I woke up that morning I was very tired. I felt like I had come from the farm. When I looked at the time it was 10o’clock in the morning. I took my bath and I ate my breakfast. I did not do any work that day because my body felt sick like I had malaria.
My uncle came that morning and told me to be ready because we had to go to the village immediately. He said that my mother wanted to see me. I told him that my mother lived in Lilongwe. I asked why he was saying that we must go to the village, and that my mother wanted to see me. He did not answer, he just walked away. In my mind I knew that something was wrong and I tried to hold myself together, but some tears came out from my eyes. When my friend asked me what I was crying about I did not answer her, I just went inside the house.
The day I lost my mother is the most memorable day of my life. I will never forget about it and I still cannot believe that my mother is gone.
Treza Sakonda is a shy, perceptive 15 year old girl from Madelco village. Since the death of her mother, she and her siblings (2 brothers and 2 sisters) live with their aunt. She commutes about 2 kilometers to school each day, either walking or by bicycle. Her father lives about an hour and a half north up in the hills in Ndeza and sends money home to support the kids. It is as a result of this composition that Treza was chosen to participate in the after school composition group.