Hello everyone on this platform. Without wasting your time let me tell you my story. The reason I want to tell you, my story for free: is because I think my story can be help to someone who's planning to leave his/ her country for green pastures abroad.
I know a lot of African youngsters are ready to risk very things including their lives for chance to get into any European countries or Northern America. I don't plame them because twenty years ago I was just like them. And I understand, it is not easy to live in corrupt and non democratic countries. Anyway let us leave the discussion of democratic and non democratic to the scholars.
I am here to tell my story. First let me introduce myself briefly. I was born in western Tanzania in kagera regional in Ngara district. My parents had twelve children. I am eleveth birth place. My dad was elementary teacher and my mother was a nurse by professional. I say by profession because after she married to my dad, she had to quit, her job, so she can take care of us and working in farm, in order to make sure we had enough to eat. To make long story short. My dad retired from teaching in 1984.
By that time my ten older siblings had done with schooling. My only young sister and I were only ones in school. My young sister was in pre preshool and I was in first grade. I completed standard seven in 1992. Because my dad was retired teacher, his pension wa Tsh 500 a month. And because I wasn't selected to continue with secondary school. My dad did not bother to send me to private secondary school, as he always did to some of my older siblings whom were not selected to continue to the government's secondary schools.
So after I graduated primary school. I stayed home helping taking care of cattles and working in our farms. In 1993 one of my oldest brothers came to the village to visit. My dad was in a process of building rental house in the town. So when my older brother was leave to go back to his business in kahama town. My dad asked him to go with me to buy aliminium sheets for the roof of his rental house that he was constructing ni the town.
So when my brother and I got to Kahama, my brother try to sale the goods he wa selling. Unfortunately two weeks went by without finding any customer. And he was running out of money, to pay for guests house and food while we were look for customers for his goods.
Third week went by. So he start spending the money dad gave him to buy aliminium sheets and find transport for me to transport the aluminum sheets with me back to my dad. The fourth week, we final got customer, he did not pay the full price my brother was asking, because my brother was so Disparity to get rid of his goods, he sold all at short price. The money to buy aliminium sheets was being used.
So my brother told me he need to do quick business so he can recover all the money we spent for whole month while we were looking for customers. So my brother and I dicided to do grain business. We went in shinyanga regional rural area to buy maize grains and transport them to the big cities, mainly to shinyanganga city and Tabora. Weed that business for none year or so. We didn't not make any significant profit.
Finally, realize the grain business wasn't taking us anywhere. We went back to the village without aliminium and money. My dad was very disappointed. So I went back to my duty of waking in farm and look after cattles. I did like working in farm that much. Since ni my native village work in farm or looking after cows was the only work available. I did it for another year. In 1995 my old sister who was working in Dar as accountant at Dar hobour, came to the village visit us.
So when she was about to go back to Dar my mother ask her to go with me to find any school in Dar. I was so excited to come to the big city. My sister agreed and soon enough I was in Dar to stay for a while. My sister registered me for adult secondary school. I was attending my class in evening. In the morning before I went to school, I had to hustle. To be continue.