DIARY OF A SINGLE MUM…..(18+)…..Part 1

One thing I know is that when God created me it was never an accident. He carefully planned and
looked forward to seeing my complete being. I can imagine the look of love and adoration at the sight of the work of His hands.David said it better in his psalm 139. All my days full of troubles and smiles ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. In light and in darkness alike I cannot hide from your spirit and to me that’s enough to keep me afloat this life of mixed ingredients. You know what people assume about me is not what I am. They judge according to what they see but God who searches the hearts of men knows everything about me.

what people talk about me is their business and am thankful to them for choosing me as their employer at a free cost. I don’t live my life to please anyone because what’s the use of pleasing others who have thick slices of their own sins? christ paid a price too dear for me to worry about that. oops forgive my lack of manners . my name is Wangu Banda am from chintheche Nkhatabay and I want to tell you how I became a single mother.

To me its like I have always been a mum to my baby Amanda because I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t on her beck and call. I stopped living for myself time immemorial and am totally absorbed in my motherhood role. I became pregnant when I was 16. The funny thing is that my parents don’t know of Amanda’s existence and I don’t intend to let them know anytime soon. If I take her home people will probably think I am doing my busy working neighbour a favour. my mum will even suggest to take her back to the owner on my provision of an address valid or invalid. That is the kind of trust my parents have for me because to them am their golden girl and I cant miss my step in this life.uhmm sad. Its a pity what people do to extreme heights in ignorance of their parents. I remember when I was nine years way back home. Our neighbor had a daughter Viyegzo who was the first girl to go to secondary school after a decade.
The whole village was happy and they supported her in everything. Before she wrote her JCE examinations she came back home and told her parents that they have closed the school due to water problems and will be recalled in a date later to be communicated. One day I was home alone when my mum and dad went to our maize field far away from home. I was in my room reading my books when I suddenly heard groans and m0ans followed by loud cries of a baby. I couldn’t concentrate on who would leave the baby to cry like that. The cries grew louder as I stepped outside. I realised that they were coming from the grass thatched bathroom behind the house. As I was approaching I shouted if their was anyone inside but there was no reply. I opened the bathroom door and …..
Oh my God!!!!!!


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