A blog growing through life.
In the dinning hall, right at the end of one of the long tables, Kezipe and Mulenga could be seen discussing matters in hushed tones. "What do we do? We can't tell anyone, they'd never even believe us. Why are they looking for you?" Kezipe asked, unable to eat the sausage and eggs staring at... Continue Reading →
Mulenga had been pacing outside Mayja's office, waiting for a sign as to what the lady meant by being her mother. "I'm almost 15 why would anyone want to make a joke like being my mother?" Mulenga shouted to no one in particular. Cookie clutched Mulenga's arm to calm her down. "Now don't go getting... Continue Reading →
Mulenga was kicking the stuffing right out of the heavy bag she was training with. Everyone understood that she was a fighting machine, but watching her attack the bag with ruthless intention, intimidated everyone, including the trainers as everyone stopped to watch Mulenga carve her prey. The only beating heart in that facility was Mulenga's,... Continue Reading →
Mulenga arrived at the gates of, 'House of love orphanage centre', on a thunderous morning. If not for elder Margarets routine of opening House of Love's gates to the needy on the daily, Mulenga would never have survived the rains. Even without a note attached to the chitenge that kept Mulenga warm, Elder Margaret rushed... Continue Reading →