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Incredible but True...

Posted by Kid's Talk Show Posted on: 09/06/07

Incredible but True...

By: Thomas Lupapula
Zambia


I was born in a happy family and seven years later I joined basic school. I was only twelve and in my sixth school year when my parents divorced. It was the tragic beginning of a strange splitting and messy lifestyle for each of my family members.  I couldn't understand quite well what was happening on that cursed day.

When I and my siblings came to notice that our parents were separating, we dropped into tears. One month later, my father decided to shift from Kalemie, the small town where we were living, to another town called Moba and settled there about 330 km aloof. However for that year, dad was able to send us some money for school fees, food and clothing. The following year, my first year in high school, everything changed and I was always kicked out because of delays on fees payments. Sometimes I was obligated to travel from Kalemie to Moba to get money for school. And in my second year, I dropped out because things really got worse.   

Seven or eight months later war broke out and together with my mum we fled to Maple a village where my uncle lived. One terrible night in November 1998 we woke up suddenly and started off with my uncle, running until we got to Zambia. That was the last time I saw my mum.

I became legally a refugee in Zambia on 23rd April1999. And I started learning some English. Nine months afterwards I could speak and write well. UNHCR opened a high school and I was able to purchase my studies to completion. Soon after completion I was taken as a teacher in the same high because my teachers described me as a competent person.

I then worked in this school for three years teaching Math, physics, geography and English. In summer 2005, I was picked by an organization called FORGE to work as a translator and was trained in journalism, photography and spreading information about repatriation. It is through this organization I gained a wonderful scholarship to the most recommendable University CAVENDISH.

Right now I have completed all the process I had to undertake in order to be accepted as a Cavendish student and I've been legally accepted. I am proud to inform you that on 17th September 2007 I will be starting my courses in that college. My education story is "unbelievable yet true."



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