Worse Time in My Life

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We had gone to church for Novena and it rained heavy.We came back home when our house has corupsed and the mats(beds) were all gone with runing water.
Our dad used toi drink alcohol but when he came back too he find us us in an open space.
The public started to help us with some bedings while constructing a hut.
Then dad got a pang and went to cut glass which he layed down in the hut with the other bedings which we were given by the people.Mum took away her dress and covered me.My elder brother went and slept with our grand mother.

At around Mid night there came the village chief and two plllice men at our home and arested our Father for not paying a graduate tax.They used to collect people who had dodged tax in the night.Father cried and appealled to them such that he sleeps with us that very night but the pollicemen continued to push him.Mum started to cry and he cried too then all of us Cried and chief got mercy on us and left him for that night.

In the morning we had to go to school.But we never eat anything at night then mum told us not to go to school on that day.We left home and went to our grand mother to look for some fruits.When we came back we found Pollice men aresting Dad for not allowing us to go to school since Universal primary education was Introduced in Uganda.He explained but they did not hear him and he was taken to dig the community roads.After few years father Died.The stuation at home worthened.I lived the life I can not understand when I look at my self now.

Right now i can stand at talk to you but some time back You could not hear me.One day mum had contineuos vommiting for almost 3 hours, she had nothing to eat becuase I had not yet learnt how to cook.I did all whatever I could but The vommiting continued I went and called the neighbours who later helped to take her to the public hostpital.There was no one to take care of her there.My elder brother went to look after her Then I stayed home with my sisters at the age of 10 years.We used to cook from the hunt in order to make it warm and conducive for sleeping.Not only even to chase mosquitoes away.I had gone out side to pick some thing i do not remember My young sister burnt the house.
I had no alternative to blow off the fire. I just told her to get out of the house and we went to the neighbour hood.

Since our mother had tested for HIV positive the local council regestered us to CONCERN UGANDA which was an NGO. They built for us a small house but still hatched with grass and this is a house i grew up from.

When I talk of my early years I do not want to stop becuase they put me in alot of thoughts.You can see that am poor but at this level I think am better than my Father.
He had never attended any formal education,we never had most of the neccesities at home.He used to work but I can not tell which job.The money was very little to take care of us and pay graduated tax since it was compulsary by then.Right now I have a heavy laguage of looking after my young ones.Not only that I do not know what I will eat next semester.Sister Emma told me that her funds are over.
I do think of dropping out and i first look for a job so that I can get food and care for my sisters.One of my sister she will be doing her Final exams next year but still I do not have money for her registration.I think Mum you can see the stuation and Life i am in now.

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Revised Text: The Worst Time In My Life

We had gone to church for Novena and it rained heavily. When we came back home, our house had collapsed and the mats (beds) were all gone in the rushing water.

Our Dad used to drink alcohol, and when he came back he found us out in the open. People started to help us with some bedding, while constructing a hut. Then Dad got a pang and went to cut grass, which he laid down in the hut with the other bedding which we were given by the people. Mum took off her dress and covered me. My elder brother went and slept with our grandmother.

At around mid-night the village chief and two police men came to our home and arrested our father for not paying a graduated tax. They used to collect people who had dodged taxes in the night. Father cried and appealed to them to let him sleep with us that night but the policemen continued to push him. Mum started to cry and he cried too. Then all of us cried and the chief had mercy on us and left him for that night.

In the morning, we had to go to school but we had not eaten anything the night before so Mum told us not to go to school on that day. We left home and went to our grandmother to look for some fruits. When we came back, we found the Policemen arresting Dad for not allowing us to go to school because universal primary education had been introduced in Uganda. He explained, but they did not listen to him and he was taken to work on the community roads.

After a few years, Father died and the situation at home worsened. I lived a life that I cannot understand when I look at myself now.

Right now, I can stand and talk to you but some time back you could not hear me. One day, Mum had continuous vomiting for almost 3 hours. She had nothing to eat because I had not yet learned how to cook. I did everything I could, but The vomiting continued. I went and called the neighbors, who later helped to take her to the public hospital. There was no one to take care of her there so my elder brother went to look after her. I stayed home with my sisters when I was 10 years old. We used to cook in the hut in order to make it warm and conducive for sleeping and to chase the mosquitoes away. One time when I had gone outside to pick up something I had forgotten, my young sister burned down the house. I had no way to put out the fire. I just told her to get out of the house and we went to the neighbors.

Since our mother had tested HIV positive, the local council registered us with CONCERN UGANDA, an NGO. They built a small house for us, but it was still thatched with grass and this is the house I grew up in. When I talk of my early years, I do not want to stop because it brings back a lot of memories.

You can see that am poor, but I think am now better off than my Father. He never received any formal education and we never had most of the necessities at home. He used to work, but I can not tell at what job. The money was too little to take care of us and to pay the graduated tax, that was compulsory by then.

Right now I have a heavy burden of looking after my young ones. Not only that, I do not know what I will eat next semester. Sister Emma told me that her funds are all gone. I do think about dropping out but I will first look for a job so that I can get food and care for my sisters. One of my sisters will be doing her Final Exams next year but still I do not have money for her registration. I think, Mum, you can see the situation and life I have now.

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