Esther
I am thinking of you, as I always do and always will. I am penning down these memories of my teenage years. As I do, I vividly remember you. You remind me of a girl that I knew. 2012 filled me with ever fresh dreams of a better tomorrow. I am happier and content and always eager to know what the day will be like without tomorrow knowing. I am a mother of two amazing daughters, God’s most gracious gifts to me. I sit here and reminisce about my days as your house help and the blessings it has brought to me. You are my destiny helper. That year, God gave you to me for a purpose. He knew I needed you then and later. I was a young girl, with dreams and songs to sing. I was blissful. I was in senior two. I had a scholarship, part of the fees and tuition were paid by me and mama.
How are you Lydia? You woman of words and valour, the epitome of Central beauty with a fluffy heart. Do you remember the morning chills of Mbuya, that awesome morning when you sat yourself down on grass, not minding the damage the morning dew would have on your silky night dress? You asked what I wanted to be, my innocent teenage soul gave out the cry of journalism. My little heart screamed when you told me you are a journalist. Your answer gave me assurance and inspiration to work harder. As if something corresponded, at that time, for once, I felt appreciated and relevant. In my teenage life, I craved for answers and wondered if I would make it, I knew I had no one to hold on to. You told me, “Your dreams are valid Esther, you can be a journalist.“ I held on, Lydia. I was broken when you told me you were leaving.
Dear Lydia, in high school, Tina, was introduced to us as our new teacher of English language and Literature. The first time I saw this tough middle aged flat bottomed woman, I felt enormous joy, the joy and shiver that I felt the first time I met you. Her radiant smile, her ever open arms and softness attracted me and I vowed if ever I fail to be a journalist, I would be a teacher, just like Tina. She was magnetic. I wanted to see her every day, attend the lessons and be a better me. I wanted to do this to my students; to attract a child and give them a reason to go to school every day, even if it would be just one child in my class, I would have accomplished my goal. I achieved this and I gladly boost about it.
I graduated with a bachelors in Arts with Education, you know I did. There is something about you, your majestic aura is undeniable, you turn bitterness to sweetness. I thought telling you about my being a teacher would make you disappointed. I was wrong. You celebrated with me and assured me it didn’t matter. “It is a great milestone.” you said.
You sponsored my journalism course, you fulfilled a dream. I am happy that I have all my aspirations and inspiration.
NewsHapa, when I think of this project, I see your grace throughout. Your thoughtfulness and will to be there, to link the voiceless and give them a voice and to be an open door to better services. I ran this project for a while, I was scared at first. I am grateful I had the chance to contribute to change and voice for the rural. I hope one day we can revive the project.
Lydia, I am currently teaching at Clark Junior school, Bukasa, Muyenga. Clarke Secondary school will be opened next year. At Clarke, a child is not an empty vessel to be filled, a child is a lamp, a fire to ignite. Also, I am able to feel the breeze from the lake and the whispers of nature. Looking at the lake, I shun off negativity and embrace the freshness the lake gives.
Dear, its getting late and I need to sleep.
I would like to tell you that I appreciate you.
I would like to say to you that I cannot forget your role in my life.
My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to.
You friend,
Esther.
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