I PRETENDED TO BE A TRAINED JOURNALIST TO ENTER MEETINGS AND PICKUP LEFT OVER FOOD TO EAT
(Touching story by Njenje Chizu)
I PRETENDED TO BE A TRAINED JOURNALIST TO ENTER MEETINGS AND PICKUP LEFT OVER FOOD TO EAT
I remember the day I was admitted as a student to study Journalism and Public Relations at Evelyn Hone College. Whenever the College closed, I never went to visit my mother in the village, not because I never wanted to but there was no money for me to travel back home.
And since my mother said I should never beg or look for sympathy from richer people, I could go looking for any peace work from school management so that once I did the work, they shouldn’t pay me but instead buy me a bag of mealie meal. Joe Nkadaani, my then lecturer was my pillar and can attest to this story.
But no one bothered how I met relish to go with my Nsima for a complete meal. This is how I did it:
‘Early morning I would walk to Mulungushi International Conference Centre, Pamodzi Hotel and Southern Sun in search of stories, pretending to be a fully trained Journalist. In order to convince the organizers, I went with my Hone FM ID. But hear me when I say my interest was not actually a story, it was the food organized fo the delegates.
Sometime after eating I would wait for those who won’t finish their pieces of meet and chicken, then I could pick up some left overs, this reminded me of what my mother used to do back in the village to have us survive. I threw bones and kept pieces of meet and chicken in my lunch box, when I went back to the College, I just prepared soup and threw into the pan my little pieces of meet or chicken and that was my supper.’
This went on for some time but believe me when I say no student noticed because I did it whenever the college went on study break and all students had returned home.
Bambi Lesa alimimya. Some of us alitukusa elo atukolonganika nokwamba ukutupanga before He thinks about lifting.
I don’t know the best way to put this in English but just know that God didn’t just lift my life, he first gathered me from little pieces together because I wasn’t in a capacity to even be lifted.
God can lift anything!
<<<<APOSTLE NJENJE CHIZU>>>>
I am from Citadel, the City of Lions.