Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Chipo, her brother Munyaradzi and her parents Mr and Mrs Chikuni. They lived together in a small wooden house at the edge of a small village. The house was not nearly large enough for the three of them to live, and life was extremely uncomfortable for them all. There was only one small wooden bed and skin hides on the floor were Chipo and Munya slept. In the summer time it was not too bad but in winter freezing cold wind blew across the floor all night long.
They were very poor and Chipo did not go to school, only Munya went to school.Chipo spent her day cleaning the house and her mother would not give her food. She would be heartbroken to see other children sauntering to school. When she was about twelve years her mother wanted to have her married to a thirty-two year old man named Tendai. Her father disagreed with his wife’s decision. Chipo’s mother got infuriated and went to the N’anga to get herbs to kill her husband. She surreptitiously put the herbs in his food. After some weeks he died. From that day onwards Chipo lived a gloomy life. Weeks later she convinced Munya to get Chipo married to Tendai who came from a moneyed family.
Chipo argued that she was not ready for marriage but she was too defenceless and had no one on her side. She succumbed to the cunning abusers. Her mother was only after wealth. She got married. However, Tendai’s parents did not like Chipo because she came from a poor family. Chipo was on pins and needles, she suffered heinous insults every day from the abusive mother in in-law. Life for her was no more less than a glum.