Left home Binga Zimbabwe without anything besides what I wore, they was no food at home, in the shops, no money to pay for my school fee’s. They was no hope at all.
Illegally crossed the border into South Africa, stayed and worked at a farm (Limpopo Province) for about two weeks under hash conditions working from 7am to 7pm for R10 each day . On the day we were supposed to be paid our wage, the farmer called in the police, no one thought twice we all fleed the farm without getting a single cent for our labour.
Hiked on a heavy duty truck for Johannesburg, arrived and lived on street (Park Station) late went to the Central Methodist church. Out of fear of limitted movement because of the brutal police who hunt undocumented imigrants for bribes, I hiked on a truck once again this time I hoped to be reach any of the three destinations: Cape Town, Durban, Port Elizabeth.
Arrived in Cape Town lived on the street (under the Culemborg bridge ) This was the birth of Xenophobia month in South Africa, having had experienced and seen the brutal side of hatred back home, life became so hard for me, I told myself Mugabe is doing this to us and now here the same is happening! NO HOPE, with the no food, no money, no school situation back home. the going back home idea was my least decision to make .
After the intense hardships on the street and the increased Xenophobic attacks on foriegn nationals, I lost hope and thought of the unimaginable to flee South Africa by crossing the Alantic / Mediterranean sea, How ? guess . It was a cold rainy Cape Town night as I slept water forced its way on my $1million dollar bed ( cardboard) from there I went to near gas station to see shelter (standing) but the guards chased away that’s when I told myself hey the port is just few seconds away, one minute I was on way to the port, 5 minutes later I comfortable hid myself in one the ship’s remotest part . Four days passed on the fifth day I resurfaced from my hidding spot, the mistake I should not had made : the ship is going to San Fransco via Panama unfortunetly we can’t take you with because we are not yet in International waters said the Captain, he made things worse for me when he diclosed that if I could had have had hanged on for another 48hrs, I would definetly have had sailed with them all the way. after some time the National ports helicopter downed its resue ropes and safety belts were cliped around my waist and I wisked away: The captain wished me good luck
A decison was reached by the home affairs not to deport me , a refugee aslumy seeker permit was granted to me making me legal in the republic,I went back the bridge and I was thinking of going back to the habour that same night but something unexpected happened, church people from the Vine-yard church came the bridge to hand out food parcels and they persuded me untill I agreed to go the Homestead shelter street children (District 6) It’s not a easy place when you are still new one need a lion’s heart.
I felt settled and started writting my book “Robbed of the future” the book is aimed at explaining childhood and hopes I had as I grew up in Binga/ in this book I’m also explaining how Zimabwe’s children were affected by Mugabe’s politics ( In my opinion Zimbabwean children are the main victims of Mugabe’s abuse of power therefore there stories carries true reflections of what took place there) The idea behind starting writting was also to keep myself busy ( to forget thinking a lot about the ship / worrying about my family
Do not miss the part 2