My father was a bus driver. He drove buses
from Chelstone to Rufunsa. He was short and a bit fat. He was a happy
man and did not beat me. First, we lived in Rufunsa and then we moved
to Chongwe, which is near Lusaka. When my father got sick we moved to
Lusaka. We lived in Kaunda Square. Later we moved to Ng’ombe compound.
When my father was dying, he told my mother to look after us. We were
all in the house. I was very angry because I didn’t know why
he was talking like this. I didn’t know then that he was dying.
Then my father said, ‘Take me outside, I want some fresh air.’ After
a little while, he said, ‘ Take me back in the house, it’s
finished’. We took him inside the house and then he died. I saw
my father die. I was angry and I cried.
When my father died, my father’s relatives took everything from
the house. They took our beds, mattresses, plates, pots and some clothes.
My mother couldn’t do anything to stop them. She had to start
selling vegetables, oranges and mangoes to get money to buy pots and
plates again.
We had to move out of the house and find another house to rent. We
had no money. Then my mother found a plot with a small house in Ng’ombe
Extension. Later the house was demolished. We now live in Ng’ombe
in a temporary shelter.
What I remember most about my dad is that he used to buy me many things
such as clothes, toy cars and shoes. I love my mother and I loved my
father.
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