Amina’s Dream
It’s become like a proverb to many.
The only person who can tell the story from the heart is Amina.
It was a Sunday in the month of October.
I was waiting for my index number exam.
Actually, the next day, Monday, we were to sit our exams.
I was not told the truth.
I was told he was having a headache.
But in my heart I felt that something was not making sense.
I asked myself, since when did a matron accompany a student home?
Especially just for someone with a headache.
So as I was going home,
I told my friend
“I am going home but the truth is it’s not my dad who’s died,
I feel it’s my mum.”
And when I got home people ran and embraced me.
My sisters, my brothers... all of them ran to me except my dad.
I was taken to my dad’s room.
I found my dad in bed
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
My dad was dead.
None of my brothers
Had stable employment.
They were just casual laborers.
To my family I was the role model.
I am working hard.
My dream is to be a journalist.
Right now I feel my dream is getting closer.
I participated in the Children’s Video project in Moyeni. Now I’m participating in the YETAM project.
So I feel that God is with me, and my dad is looking down on me from wherever he is.