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Then we went for a party. My brother and I were our father's guests. Having sweated and worked for the whole year with a little relief, the company - Eastern Highlands Plantations PL - hosted a party for them. All departments from all estates were invited. Each employee was to bring two guests. When dad broke the news, he was a little subdued. Not really enthusiastic about the party. He neither drinks nor smokes. So after going through my school report and feeling satisfied that I had done well, he chose me to accompany him and my eldest brother. It was such a relief from herding goats and other chores at home. The day just couldn't come early enough. But then it eventually did.
I put on a white shirt, neatly pressed white shirt and a dark green trousers - with six pleats. Oh yes, that made them 12!! And a turn up. This was 1997 and this was trending. So, I was on point. Mama had picked it at the market in Mutare. It was for special events. And yes, this one was a very special event. I mean, what else defeats a party? Dad was putting on a black trousers, with just two pleats apiece, and a white shirt. My brother was equally dressed to impress.
Satisfied that we were ready for the day, we left. I skipped breakfast. I needed to be as hungry as I could be ahead of the party. We headed for the Main Office - the venue for the party. Excitement was all over me. I didn't know what to expect. The walk was long. After many ups and downs, hills and slopes, we finally crossed Nyawamba. The dam upstream was still in its infancy. Flow rate of this once mighty river was quite indicative.
A few moons before, I had learnt to swim in this river, just a few metres from the footbridge that we used to access St James Nyamhingura Primary School on the other side of the river. Dzivasango, a place where I had showcased my raw football skills, was upstream. The day I learnt how to swim was fun...
To be continued...
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