My name is Thabo I am 17 years old. I went to school up to Grade 4, I could not proceed because my mother could not afford school fees. My father had died. I was staying with my mother until she decided to leave for Mozoe where she went to sell her wares. She did not come back; life became worse for me as I did not have food. I went to Kuwadzana where my mother’s relatives are and told them about my mother’s situation. They gave me some money to go to Mazoe to look for her, I went there but I could not find her. I came back to Epworth, started fetching water for people, and doing other jobs to get food. At times I would eat food from dumpsites. That is when my friend’s mother took me in.<\/p>\n
A few days after I started staying with my friend’s family I was told that my mother fell sick while in Mazoe and went to our rural home in Buhera where she died. I couldn’t attend her funeral. Her relatives have promised to come for me but they have not done that yet.<\/p>\n
I still want to go back to school or to find something else I can do to change my life.<\/p>\n
Before the lockdown, I used to work for people to get money. I used to weed people’s fields as well as fetching water to get money but the lockdown has made it difficult for me to continue doing it.<\/p>\n
“I took Thabo in because of the situation he was in. At first, I thought I was just going to look after him while his mother was away only to be told that his mother died. So we are just staying here, I am crippled, I have a swollen leg and hand meaning I can’t do much. We don’t have much here so when there is the food we eat what is there when we do not have we do not eat,” said the mother who took Thabo in.<\/p>\n
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