Chapter 1:what a sad introduction of myself
It all started when i was at just the age of 9 years old......."Please don't do this to me please am begging you." This was my regular alarm every 4 o'clock in the morning....this alarm came with very interesting tones as somedays it would come as the cry of a child and some other days the beating of a drum and ofcourse some other days the soothing of the bottom of a frying pan. Upon hearing these sounds every single exhausting morning,just know that it is time to wake up and experience another traumatising day. "Nachisale i think it is high time you left my house,"....there it goes,the sounding ball to my ears,the regular wake up before you go to xul late warning.
My name is Dalitso and am just 16 years of age and am currently learning at a no-nonsense institution. You see the alarms i just spoke of are not really alarms but my day-to-day songs i usually listen to unwillingly...they are sang by these two beautiful artists,one is my dad[the ruthless one]and one is my mother[the enduring one]. From this explanation,i believe that u must have depicted a picture of what life really is for me....however you must have edited the picture too much in your head assuming you thought i was poor but am not...life.
My father,the ruthless dog,is one of the prestigious and prominent men in our society owning one of the most well to do businesses here in Blantyre. My mother on the other side is just a poor housewife who receives equall treatment as our househelp,aunt as i like to address her.....
"Dali,wake up and start reading,"Mom says
"Are you alright mom?,"I ask,the usual morning mom,is it a good morning or a bad morning way of asking.
"Ofcourse i am iwe,why shouldn't i be?"Mom says,boldly yet painfully
"You sure?"I ask knowing what the reply will be like,a slap in my face
"Iwe am not your age mate to be asking me silly questions,ndati am fine."She replies...mmm how common.
"Good morning princess,"the ruthless dog approaches me with such a wide and yet dagerful smile
"Good morning dad,"I reply smiling widely with vengeance in my heart
"How was your night?"He asks
"It was beautiful thanks,"I answered feeeling pity for myself because i had to cut my toungue before i finished my brutal reply,beautifully ugly as usual.
"Alright little one,i am going to work and make sure your mom treats you right okay?"He says with so much peace in his heart after blurting out total blatant nonsense to my ears.
"I will dad,"I fearfully say to my beloved dad.
Life is just the same your dad showers with you love and yet he showers the one that brought you in this world with hatred and pain,so sad.
"Dali,bhobho?"Triphonia says
"Bho,"i answer
"Ehhh leroli kwathu nde ehhh sindinadye mokwaniratu nde ehhh am hungry ase,tigairen ka 2 hands ndikagule samoosa,"she continues,"kma umaziwa,u r so smart and so nice if u do not know that,"
"Sorry ndlama ndilibe,"I lie expecting her to figure out that am not her ATM machine.
"Mmmm inu cash madam ngat iwe ukakhale mmaluzi zabodza,kd mumamana bwanj? kma chonsecho ma 2k ali mu nthumbamo,"she aggressively lashes at me as if she gave me the money to keep for her,how shameless
"Sorry Triphonia maybe next time,"I answer so modestly while bursting with laughter in my lungs turning my stomach inside out
"Okay aa kma easy,"she sadly replies turning her back against my face angling at the door ready for a disappointed exit
"Winaaliyense atuluke panja,"the moniter says.
"Hey,"Bris ofcourse greets me,this is my bestfriend even though some people mistaken that fact and misconceptionally replaces it with'he is my long time boyfriend,'what a joke it is to my already paining ears.
"Yooo wat up?"I reply,in case you are wondering,am not soo polite as i appeared to be at first.
"Going to eat and yourself?"He asks while sitting down next to me
"About to go and read,"I answer
"Mupengatu inu oho nthawi zonse umangokhalira kumangowerenga,"he jokingly but realistically produces such plain truths
"Ubwino wake msewu wopita ku Zomba ndikuwuziwa,so nzosadandaulisa,"I reply
"Ehh kmanso inu ndi amwano bwanj? Anyways odi nzipita ine mundichedwesa,my stomach is already paining from hunger,"he sarcastically says whilst standing up.
"Bye,"i say without paying attention
"Byee to the books or me?"He says while looking sharply at me,i guess this is why people mistaken the valid fact mmmm that is their business.
"Byee,"i reply now sternly looking at his baby face but yet not baby-ish you know,looking at his face is more than enough description that he has a face
"Desho desho mh wamva?"Sharma shows up from thin air with a curious face
"Eya ndamva kma mmm sizinakhale bwinoyi,"i lie to cut the story short,i already have more information to ingest and digest already excess will make my brain to start pumping up.
"eti inu kmanso aaa ajawa ndi a chitsiru inu nzosakaikisa ndithu,"she seriously mentions such a statement while sitting down not knowing that i lost interest the moment she uttered the word desho so sad
"Zake zimenezo,iye amapangiranji zimenezo,"unknowingly i answer you know kupereka mangolomera oversomething that i don't even know about,so embarrassing
"Good morning class,"the teacher enters the class in a swift move as if she is running from a nuclear bomb that's about to hit her
You know i can explain everything about my life in just a blink of an eye but now the problem is by the moment you would want to blink again,your eyelids will be too heavy for you to lift....Life at xul is just the same as usual:interesting,boring,exhausting, annoying etcetera etcetera
All i ever wanted in my life since i was nine years old is for my mother to be set free from this bondage and the shackles of pain the wise english men decided to call 'marriage.'
"Mom am back,"i scream as look around
"Mayi ako kulibekotu,"aunt tells me
"Apita ku?"i ask concerned
"mh kungoti sindikufuna kupalamula kmano ndisakunamize siwe mwana,mayi ako apita ku chipatala,anakomoka,"She whispers to my paining ears and with the sense of atmost pity and concern
"Mwakhuta chan inu? Mwina apita ku msika u might never know,"with adequate disbelief and suspension,i decide to take her words as the product of being too full after lunch
"Bas ineyo nde ndingakhale opepera kt ndikakuuze zimenezizi,"with an annoyed tone and expression she replies
"Nde...'"failing to pronounce the words i stutter,"apita chipatala chake chiti and zinakhal bwanj? Apitako ndi ndan kuchipatalako?"i ask concerningly concerned n worried
"ii a bwana kaya anapanga chan kma zimamveka kuti kunali chi mkangano chachikulu ndithu nde abwana aja tsono anangonyamukatu bas ulendo mpamene aunt ako amazatulukira...ndinangowaona atawabereka kuthamangira nawo panja,ndinakawatsatira kmano ukuwaziwa bambo ako aja nawo akati alenge misala,"she boldly explains part of the story with a very concerning compliment at the end
".....apita ku chipatala chake chiticho?"I ask
"Mmmmm sindikuziwa ndipo ndimadikira iweyo kuti mwina uwayimbire aunt akowo uwafunse,"she inteligently suggests
"Ok,"i say knowing fully well that i can track my mother wherever she is,trust me when i tell you that when you are in these kinds of situations all you wanna do is know where your mom and how she is ferring