Mwanza John is my name. Zambian by nationality,
Christian by religion. Am a double orphan who was neglected by
relatives thinking that my brothers and me are useless, but to
God be the glory the little servants of Mary Immaculate welcomed
us and raised us. I have two brothers without a sister and my
elder brother is James while younger is Daniel
Mr. and Mrs. Mwanza were my parents,
unfortunately they are dead. They used to help my people when we
were very young, never chose who to lend their helping hand.
When they died no one from their clan seemed to be willing to
lend a helping hand. My brothers and I we were stuck when they
both left us .
My father died in 2002 with an illness I do not
know up to date. Before my mother died she tried her level best
to meet our needs, but she could not afford to give us our
wants, they came a point when she was unable to feed us, she
decided to get married again. Her marriage was successful and
brought a temporal happiness to my brothers and I. But they
always say, we hope for the best but expecting the worst in
life. Not only did my mother’s new marriage bring happiness, it
also brought hatred, my father's relatives were very sad. They
grabbed a house and land from us, claiming that she has broken
our traditional law that stated,`once a spouse of a deceased
remarried he or she should leave the house with immediate
effect’. As a result she got a very serious depression and died
in 2006 when I was in grade six (6) and my elder brother was in
grade eight (8) while my younger had not yet started schooling.
One would ask about my step father, unfortunately
he ran away, we tried to find him, but he was nowhere to be
seen. It is my prayer to him meet one day and say `how do you
After this tragedy had occurred, my brother went
to stay with my grandmother who is an aunty to my mother, my
younger brother went to stay with grandmother whose daughter was
my mother and I went to stay with grandfather in a village. My
own grandfather who promised me to enjoy his farm produce and
animal product for instance milk, instead I become a farm tool
and always in the bush, he did not care, the clothes that my
parents bought for me, were taken away from me.
Having lost our parents, my elder brother had to
move on foot from my grandmother’s house to seek aid from
different institutions which could sponsor us both financially
and materially. He traveled to many places without getting any
help. I have a confession on this, later in this testimony.
He wanted to give up, but grandmother encouraged
him not to. One Sunday we went to church to pray, that’s where
he was advised to go to Kasisi Children’s Home. My elder brother
came to Kasisi Children’s Home with a view to get help. The help
he was given was in abundance by Sr.Mariola and other Little
Servants of Mary Immaculate these include Sr Christne, Janina,
Maria, Faustina and Jolanta.
Sr.Mariola`s name stands out because she is in
charge of Kasisi Children’s Home. My brother was told to bring
us to Kasisi Children's Home. We came, and we received warmest
welcome that has never happened in my life. In addition, my
younger brother was told to remain and get schooled in Kasisi.
My elder brother and I were advised to go and stay with our
grandmother before we write our examinations. She gave us money
and food to sustain our living with our grandmother.
To the best of my knowledge Kasisi Children’s
Home is a home of good moral values and where love is
appreciated, because from my grade six to seven I used to come
here for holidays. Firstly, Sr. Faustian helped me with lessons
to get baptized .I was baptized and learnt to have fear for God.
One thing that I will be thanking sisters here is their ability
to explore the hidden potential of the child they are helping,
especially in promoting education.
When I wrote my grade seven leaving examinations,
I came to our lovely home, where I was assigned to work in the
garden, at first I thought it was a burden of work, but later,
an interest grew in me such that I never wanted to stop working
in the garden, because, I realized that working in the garden
was a great opportunity. Therefore, my dream career changed from
being accountant to an agriculturist. As days draw nearer, my
grade seven result were out, happy I was because I had managed
to go to any secondary school in Zambia
Sr.Mariola promised me to take me to a boarding school, but this
promise was to be fulfilled if I pass with flying colours.
Fortunately, a place for me was found in Luapula Province, in a
district called Mansa. My new school name is St. Clement's
Secondary School. Sr.Mariola took me to Mansa, paid my school
fees and gave me all the boarding necessities .To God be the
glory, in my school I found sisters who played a major role in
In spite of good support we received from Sr.
Mariola and other sisters, my brothers and I cheated them. We
lied that after the passing on of our parents, no one was
helping us, but, in actual sense Cheshire Homes was lending a
helping hand. One would ask why cheat, when you need help? And
my answer would be, some sponsorship are seasonal and never
last. But due to the love the sisters have for us, they forgave
us and continued to support us.
For that I say, thank you.