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Further Education Student

Faith Mhango

My name is Faith Mhango and I’m aged 18 years old. I was born in a family of five, with three boys and two girls. I’m the only one who lives here with my Grandafather in Chibanja. My brothers and sisters live in the village where they are suffering a lot.

About my parents: My Father died on 8 April 2010. He was suffering from heart disease. The doctors told him to go to South Africa for treatment, because we had no money we were nursing him at home. My mother died on 6th May 2014. She had a stomach problem. It was on operation day when she was taken to the theatre and the doctors were delaying, in the process of the operation we lost her.

About my education: I did my primary school education in two schools, Nkhomboli and Lula. I did my primary school exams and was then selected to go to Nkhomboli secondary school. Because I had no money to buy school things and school fees I had to do some piecework in the farms of people so that I could have some money to help myself at school. One day I went to do piece work in a certain farm. I explained my story and they were sympathetic towards my situation. The next day they called their relative who was staying in Karonga and then she said she would come and pick me up so that I can finish my schooling there if I help her with household chores. A week passed and she came and took me. I was happy because it was not common or easy for someone who you don’t know to come and take care of you and pay your fees. I stayed with them for a year.

The woman and husband then divorced and so she had to move back to her home village. Her husband told me to stay with him. I looked at the idea, but I knew it was bad because it was the woman that who had called for me. The woman had a friend and she asked her to let me stay. The friend allowed, but she was not treating me well. Sometimes I did not eat the whole day. I reported to one of my teachers. She helped me and she told me that I should go home so she gave me transport.

Two days passed. This is when I ran away when all people went to church. Then I reached here, Mzuzu. I met someone who was coming from my village and then she told me “your Grandfather stays here.” I cried thinking about his old age and what made him move away from the village.  Then he took me to where my Grandfather was, and he told me to find something to do. I had to sell guavas in town to keep money for fees and then I started school at Chibavi community.

One day as I was going to the market, I met girls. They started laughing at me. I don’t know the reason why, then a certain women called me and asked me where I stay and she told me about “wells for zoë” and I asked her where I can find these people. She told me everything. The following day in the afternoon I started my journey to meet Mary Coyne, but before going I prayed to God to help me. I reached the Bishops where Mary stays and she welcomed me very well. I explained my story to her and she told me to come the following day with the letter from the headteacher proving that I am one of her students and I really need fees. She also told me to bring copies.

I went there again to see Mary. Everything went well and she told me that I should be attending Saturday part time classes and I was happy to hear this.

I thank Wells for Zoë for what they did for me and not only should they continue doing this, because there are many girls suffering in search of school fees.

Now that I have written my MSCE exams and I have passed I want to continue my school. My career is to do community development and project management. When things can get well I want to be working here at Wells for Zoë.

Hope we will be helped as we were helped in secondary.

Graduated from Girl Child Project