I grew up in an African polygamous family where local traditions were given a upper hand. My grandfather was the sole Bread winner and he did it so well up to late 1990s. Not so far after my grandfather died, the family scattered since he had married four wives who were not in good terms. Most of his possessions quickly diminished not far after he passed away leaving the family at low depths.
Every household had to strive to provide for themselves. The women were strong indeed to fight and satisfy the needs of the first growing orphaned girls and boys. Education was ranked a choice mostly for the impoverished families and the girls had no choice but to get to the world. After 8 years, my grandmothers died in turns leaving the homestead to the young sons to take over the homestead.
The girls had no choice or let me say, for them, "the die had been cast. Choices were they get married and continue with their lives since most had engaged in local businesses that pronned them to social immoralities. Anyone can imagine how life gets furious to a young orphaned girl-child with less education. However, to Cathy, giving up was not a choice. She never dropped out of school,never got married and her grades never climbed down the ladder! To her, life had to continue!
My grandfather was never rich, but had enough to sustain his family. He instilled this into his sons and the boys were really hard working. And for so, Cathy could get a piece to rest her head whenever she came back home. She was blessed in wits and that's the tool she used to build herself. I remember Cathy getting a call into the missionary school where her studies could now be fully sponsored by the church. That was a great step in her life! In fact, an answered prayer.
However, I vividly remember her coming back home during one of her holidays. She never looked down upon her sisters, maybe it was their fate, maybe it was their destiny. She proved an iron lady and did not want her sister's siblings to suffer the same. She always sought for schools where the young boys and girls could fit and looked for ways forward for financing their education.
Dear sisters, it doesn't matter what you underwent, how you felt, and how much pain you jumped into......,you could be the reason someone else can smile. A candle can burn from both ends, let's instill love in the society. Love can bring a bright tomorrow when we hold our hands together and in prayer. Thanks!!