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Ever wished that life could be more fair? That there should be an equal distribution of pain and
happiness? Well I have been there , done it and got myself a T shirt.
But that’s not what life should be about. I now believe that everything that happens to anyone is for
a reason a good one for that.
If I hadn’t made up my mind to stop wallowing in my pain and misery and make something useful
for my life I probably would have been staring up at the stars waiting for my shooting star so I
could make a wish.
I now realise that sometimes you have to believe in yourself, in your capabilities and in your
dreams to make them a reality. You have to learn to let go of the fears, to shed a few tears and
embrace who you are in order for you to take off and eventually soar.
I was born in a poor-rich family. Poor according to the economic standards ratings by the society
and rich in terms of social standards of my own understanding.I hadn’t appreciated the latter much
until at a later stage when I realised that we laughed through the pain and shame and that’s what
made us rich.
Some people mocked us for being poor while others mocked our blind parents. Yes both my
parents were blind. My mother became blind shortly after her birth when she contracted congenital
cataracts while my father developed it early in his twenties due to excessive smoking. Both of
them grew up in the same village in Mansa and from very poor backgrounds to afford treatment for
cataracts. The most they got were dark sunglasses to shield them from the effects of the sun.
And they also mocked us for the way we were named. Not that I blame them it was to be
expected. Being blind, the only way my father would remember us well was by linking the time of
births to our names. My name is Kasuba named after the sun because I was born at midday. I
have four siblings with peculiar names as well. My oldest brother is Marvin the only one named
after dad’s favourite American musician, then my immediate older sister was named after the
moon obviously because she was born on a night of the full moon, April was my immediate young
sister’s name and she was born in April while our last born is Lubuto named after the light and he
was born at the break of dawn. Sometimes my heart used to go out to my parents. They had never laid their eyes on anyone of
us. But they knew us rather exceptionally well. They could tell the difference in the way we walked,
talked and above all by carefully examining our facial features with their hands. They were One of
the reasons I was determined to work hard and lift them out of pover
hmmm both parent blind and can still do the thing,get pregnant and nuture a child.not only child but children.wonderful
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