Tears of a Silent Struggle (Episode 2): A Ray of Hope in the Darkness
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Episode 2: A Ray of Hope in the Darkness
In life, we all need someone to lean on, right? Well, I have someone too, but He’s a bit different.
His name is Jesus. I was introduced to Him in the 6th grade by my friend Sandra.
She always spoke about Him like He was someone who truly cared for me.
At first, it was strange—she said He was powerful and yet wanted to be my friend.
I didn't fully understand, but I was intrigued.
Sandra gave me a book about Him.
As I read the stories, I slowly started to believe that maybe He was real, maybe He could see my struggles.
My grandmother didn't mind my new faith, though she wasn’t particularly interested either.
Back home, my aunty and uncle didn’t share the same belief.
They went to church every Sunday, wore their best clothes, and made quite an impression at the service.
But their behavior at home didn’t reflect the teachings I read about.
My cousins sang in the choir, and the pastor, whom they called "Papa," came by frequently.
He preached prosperity, always sounding larger-than-life, but it all seemed off to me.
My Bible didn’t talk about wealth in the way he did.
At home, I wasn't treated as family. I was one of the maids—four of us in total.
My salary? A roof over my head and old pots and pans. At least I had my books, a small escape from my reality.
The food? Well, it depended. Some days I ate with the maids, but there were times when a kind woman named Mama Patricia sent me food through the gatekeeper.
Mama Patricia became my friend, offering me small things that made a big difference.
She worked as a chef in town and had a heart of gold.
She wasn’t just giving me food; she was giving me hope.
"Yande! Yande! Get over here!" My aunty’s voice pierced the air. I had to rush to her before things got worse.
She never called me by my first name, Mwansa, only by my surname, Yande.
She said it suited me, but I always felt like it was her way of showing I didn’t belong.
She handed me instructions for the day. "We're having a party tonight.
Dress your best, and you’re invited—not as a maid this time."
"Best?" I thought. I didn’t own any clothes that could be called my “best.”
I dug through my meager collection and settled on a floral dress, old and worn but all I had.
My shoes? A donated pair of old school shoes. '
I wasn’t excited about the party, but I had no choice.
As I entered the mansion for the event, I saw familiar faces.
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My cousins were celebrating their big milestone—they were leaving for the U.S., a world away from my tiny, suffocating existence.
I stood in the corner, trying to avoid attention, but the humiliation found me.
As I walked away, people started laughing. I realized too late that my dress was torn at the back.
That night, I cried like never before. Life seemed so unfair. I questioned everything, even God.
Was He really there, or was He just a comforting myth? Could things get any worse for me?
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