When I was six years old, my mother passed away. I had always lived with her. My father had long been deceased. I actually never saw him. I could not do anything because I felt like I had lost everything. So after my mother’s death, I started living with my maternal aunt and her husband together with their children, but my big brother went to live with another relative in KweKwe.
I was not educated by then. The family I was part of had eight members and it was hard for my guardians to pay school fees for me. My aunt could not find the fees because she had four children by then who were going to school. That same year, I lost my uncle [my aunt’s husband], in August. It was a predicament in my family but VOH comforted and supported me in every way and I really appreciate it.
VOH helped me to start learning at their elementary school at their complex. VOH was my light at the end of the tunnel.
I am doing my advanced education at St Luke Jemedza, a boarding School in Chivhu, Zimbabwe. I want to become a medical doctor/surgeon or even pursue aerospace engineering.
I can say with conviction that VOH has helped me be where I am today and become the person I am today. VOH helped me to become a full Christian in Jesus Christ. VOH also helped me by providing fees for my education from elementary school to advanced education that I am now doing.
I feel like VOH is aiding by assisting me to reach the destination that God wants me to arrive at. I reminisce being nobody who had the weight of the world on his shoulders. After my mother passed away, I recall clearly that my paternal relatives refused to look after me. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I stood in the cold with my green mind and a dream in my heart. That dream was to become someone in life. However, God had compassion and unending love on me. My aunt and my uncle started to take care of me, then VOH. May God richly bless Village of Hope!