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.