The story of my mother.

I was born in the dust laden region of zvishavane in Zimbabwe . My father died when i was 13 . We were just poor peasant farmers in this dry drought prone region . My was unemployed without anything to show of . We were disposed of all cattles ,feilds and home. We were chased away from the land of our birthright by male chaunivist who believed in exploiting women in thier societies.

My mother though without proper education ,job and much needed creativity to raise her our fees. She toiled in feilds , villages and townships selling tomatoes for our school fees ,foodstuffs and clothing she could afford. She suffered the brunt of viloence ,depondency and humilation from male relatives and neoghbours but she soldiered on . She my heroine . She solidiered on until i completed my high school with my siblings.

Women are really strong and resilent beings of this world . If they are empowered and motivated they change the face of the world.Today i can write this story with of brains and eyes open because she played her herioic protagonist charater of hey motherhood. My success is her joy. Today i believe if women are motivated to use and boost theor talents and creativity they reach dizzy hieghts. Through my writings and my artistic exposure i have become an advocate of girlchild creativity. Viva Women.