The village girl dream

le at my school were happy because the nightmare of being at school and not being able to understand what the teacher was teaching in class was finally over, if after failing grade 12 they secured a l

ying colors, to be exact I got 45 points. I was accepted to do Financial Accounting at the University of Namibia, so I was happy because I was going to study at UNAM, most of all I will be going to Namibia's City of Bright Lights. So when I thought of my situation, I knew that I wanted to succeed in life, and my brains were my only hope for a bright future. My Maths teacher was very proud of me, as she has always been, Mrs Kaindila, a very devoted Christian woman, always helped me when I needed her. She helped me understand Maths better, and she helped me complete my application to study at Unam, I didn't always have money, and I was afraid of asking her for money, for those of you who lived or live in the hostels you all know that in the hostel you starve, four slices of brown bread for breakfast and a little lunch that does not help much and four slices of brown bread for supper again, sometimes it's brown bread all day, especially when the power goes off. But in my free time, I offered to do laundry for her, and other staff that a young girl would normally do. She stayed in the school yard, at the teachers's houses, and when I helped her clean, she would always ask me to cook, so I ate at her home as well, well that was one problem taken care of, hunger, and sometimes when she marked our papers, I would ask her about my wrong answers and she would tell me were I went wrong. She was a guardian angel and I was her best learner and I knew that without someone like her by my side in the big city, I would find it difficult to cope, January came, I was sitting at home with my small siblings when my mother came to sit next to us "pepata". She was so happy for me, she then told me "shiveli, otokaya nee kuushiimba kOvenduka, oku tokakala hodi ku Mee Lahja, ohakala vati ko "locky kleshta" (Rocky Crest), ondalombwelwa ku Ndahambelela kutja opopepi no Unama noho, otokala née omukainu hodulika, momaumbo aanu omuudjuu nokukala. Tole sha neewiipakamo kaana kange. Well she kept on going for a good hour of how to behave and blah blah blah.. At this moment I could think of at least going some place new, other than Eenhana. We sold "omaungu nomaongo" in Eenhana on pension days and during the Eenhana expo, the people there really loved omaongo. I really just wanted to see some place new though. Back to what my mom was talking about, so I will be staying with Mee Lahja, Mee Lahja??, and yes that was the devil's advocate, I last saw her five years ago when she came for my grandmother's funeral, in her nice Nissan Navara double cab, she never came back after that, not to mention