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She Is An Army: MACDONALD MUCHAYAYA(Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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I sat down right in front of my mother. All which was left for her in this world is me. Tears filled our eyes as we waited for hunger to tear us down that night. That is the moment when she started explaining how poverty came in her life and ruined both of us.


It all started when she fell in love with Jaime, a brilliant boy from a poor background. My mother Charmaine was rich, loyal, trustworthy, caring and rich. She was twenty-two when her father died and she inherited his businesses. That is how she became very rich at a very tender age. Jaime asked for Charmaine’s hand in marriage and without second thoughts or consultations she accepted at once. Days after the proposal Jaime came to Charmaine with another proposal but this time a business one. Charmaine was to sell all her businesses to someone else and they would pay all the money for Jaime’s professional interview. She was blinded by love so she had no choice but pay for the interview because if Jaime passed the interview they were going to be rich. Their plan went as planned. With God’s grace Jaime passed and he became a millionaire. The problem emerged when the two love birds indulged into sexual intercourse.

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My mom told Jaime she was pregnant but he did not rejoice with the news. He rather introduced a life changing slap to my mother and accused her of sleeping with another man. Charmaine had to do nothing but cry. At that very moment Jaime stepped out of Charmaine’s house and vowed to never come back. Charmaine was now heartbroken, single, pregnant and broke. No one was willing to help her except her best friend who had gone through what she also went through. When Tasha, Charmaine’s sister heard about what her sister was going through she visited her pregnant sister. She did not come with money to help her own sister but rather came with an abortion tablet since their family had no history of marrying out of wedlock.

Charmaine did not want to kill her unborn baby so she chased away Tasha with a whip. Jaime never called or texted for nine months until the unborn baby came to the world of the living. Problems never stopped from trying to separate the new child from his mother. At some point breast milk dried up due to stress, anger and hunger. She had to buy artificial milk which was very cheap to the rich. Charmaine did not even have a single penny. She walked out of the house and went to sue Jaime for all the army she paid for him and if he failed to pay the baby was going to die of hunger. Jaime had none much to say but to ask if they signed any document when she gave him the money. Driven by fear, angered by hunger, with not even an inch of hope left in her she ran to the house to kill the baby.


Fortunately, she found her baby quiet in the hands of her sister. Tasha looked like she had changed and she also seemed like she came with money to support the boy but my mother’s instincts were all wrong. She had come to ask for Charmaine’s hand into marriage with a very rich sixty year old man who could take care of her. That is when my mother decided not to kill me because I was all she had in the world. Even her sister was ready to offer her to a sixty year old, toothless grey-haired man. She refused and went to stay in her hometown till I was five. That is when Jaime showed up and said he could not bear children anymore so he wanted to take me away. Charmaine refused and went to court without lawyers to fight for me. She won the case. Now after court, my mother decided to tell me how we ended up here
In my mind all I could say is “She is an army, she is an army”. I could see through her tear what she had gone through.

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She Is An Army: SEKAI IMBAYARWO-CHIKOSI (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Yes, to the normal eye she is nothing out of the ordinary. Just another middle-aged woman, struggling to bolster her waning sanity in a vicious world while grappling to strike a balance between being a good mother and devoted wife. In my eyes, and in the eyes of those who have had the
privilege to come across such a phenomenal woman, calling her ordinary would be nothing short of an insult.

She is an army. When I see my mother, I see an army. Not because she is muscular, sports ripped arms and a toned sixpack and brandishes ammunition and firearms. Neither is it because she is your typical Supergirl on a rush to save the world. Instead, it is because my mother is a fighter; ready for the war. She is all the superheroes ever created combined and more. Aged 49, my mother has successfully made it in the commercial world, emerging as one of the managers of a top-notch retail furniture shop. For a sector dominated by males, she has constantly fallen prey to chauvinistic behaviour. Instead of succumbing to the negativity, my mother has always picked herself up, trampling over her obstacles on the battlefield on her rise to the top like the fighter she is. She started from the bottom, and now she is there, at the top.

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My mother is an army, wearing her pain and experiences as her armour. Each and every scar, both emotional and physical forms part of her network of trophies, creating a record of all the battles she has ever fought and won. Having been married at a relatively young age by today’s standards, she had to shape up because she could no longer ship out. Her father’s death, the person she had been closest to in her family was another heavy blow that threatened to send her wallowing in the pits of depression. Being the optimistic and bubbly woman, she did not allow these to be setbacks in her life, she was more than geared up to get it back on track.

Thirty years later, my mother has not only levelled up to be one of the strongest women I know but has reached such a standard of greatness, a
far cry from the timid girl she was when her journey as a mother began.
Just like an army, my mother has been a shield, reminiscent of a mother hen on a bid to protect her hatchlings from the wolves in sheep’s clothing ravaging the society. In a world where girl children are most vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation, my mother has made it her top priority to keep us safe. Never a day has passed without her going out of a way to ensure not only the security but comfortability of my two sisters and I. Bluntly put across, she is the word overprotective redefined. Although we feel that she invades our privacy at times, her intentions are good and I really would not want that to change somehow.

At the end of it all, my mother is a Queen fit for royalty, a role model I adore beyond words and the epitome of love, protection, strength. Without her, my life would be a war, hectic! Although life has dealt several blows to her as a way of throwing her off-track, I can proudly say my mother has conquered. Donning a crown over her head, wearing her pain like stilettos and clad in the armour of experiences learnt throughout her life, she is an army.

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The Beauty In Me: VIMBAINASHE MUSWERA (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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First of all l want to try and define the word beauty .Beauty
can be defined by the character or physical appearance
of an individual. Some people think that beauty is how one
looks on the outside. However to others inner beauty is more
important than outer appearance .lt is difficult to explain the word
‘BEAUTY’ because everyone has their own opinion and views about
beauty.
I am a proud and beautiful African girl. l am fifteen years old
and l learn at Harare Girls High. l have long brown natural hair,
a pair of dark -brown eyes and smooth silky skin. l am a good friend,
good student, a good child to my parents and a kind human being .l am tall
and brown in complexion.


I am a dedicated and hard working young girl .Once l start something
I do it whole heartedly and l ought to finish it .l set goals in my life for
example l want to work hard in school and all that l do , pass and make
my family very proud .l believe God and family come first so l always
Keep the values ,culture and norms l was taught in mind .l am the kind of
Person who fulfils her promises. Whenever someone trusts me with
something l always deliver with no failure maybe that’s why l was given my
name “Vimbai”.

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I am a very competitive person,l have faith in my abilities and there
is no second place in my book but if l do not succeed l never give
Up and l tackle my difficulties .l love my family and friends. l love helping
people because l believe that its better to give than to receive and that
If one gives away with all their heart God rewards accordingly so l am
beautiful in all aspects.
In a nutshell beauty is to overcome your bias against your body ,learn to
appreciate and love what you’re naturally created with!!!

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I Have Something To Tell You: DARYL CHIBANGE (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Your strength is compressed inside you. You fail to express it because someone is physically stronger, criticizing you, doubts your capability or you think you are too weak. The secret is, their strength is nothing compared to your capacity to withstand great force and pressure. You are a female lion and it’s time to unleash the greatness inside of you and let your roar be head. Strength is not only achieved by talking rather by ignoring the discrimination and walking towards your goal. The deepest fear is not that you are inadequate, rather it is that we are powerful beyond measure. The difference between a pessimist and an optimist is that a pessimist sees the difficult in every opportunity while an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficult. Argue for your limitations and sure enough they are yours. Patrol the towns with your head soaring above like an eagle and don’t let the enemy pull you down. Obstacles are what make challenges interesting therefore when an enemy lands on your back trying to pull you down, fly higher, and there will be too much oxygen for them to handle. The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand. Let your silence speak for you. Too often people under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all which have the potential to turn a life around. Unfortunately for them, and rather fortunately for you who possesses most of these attributes, you have the capability to prove them wrong. The world might be male dominated but you are there to provide the foundation of hope, justice, wisdom, grace, power and creativity. Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage. Proud, rich and handsome. Impossible features of a men without a woman. Your motherly impact is enough to build a thousand rich man. Your will to live as a woman is enough to prove your capacity. Where there’s a will there is a way. To find your way out of a dark cave, you look for the smallest ray of sunshine. Similarly look for the smallest ray of hope and you will light a thousand more for one candle is enough to spread light. How long will you suppress your talents and keep your dreams a secret? It is time to shout out to the whole world and show your presence. When the world throws challenges at you, don’t say why me, rather try me and hear me roar.


It is time to make the women independent in all aspects of live, be it mind, thoughts or decision making. It is time to bring equality in the social circle. It is quintessential to empower women so that our country can be a better place. Women giving birth to the babies meaning they shape the future of our country and child development. Instead of being treated as victims of male chauvinism, women need to be treated equally to men. The growing conscience is to accept women as individuals with the capability to make rational, educated and important decisions in families, societies and at large, the nation. Over the years women have shown and proven their ability to bring a new twist to the society and economy. They have proven and shown their greatness in many different ways. Why are we still trying to hold them back? Food for thought. Women empowerment should not only end with giving them opportunities to speak and share ideas, rather they should be taught some martial art skills for protecting themselves in cases such as domestic violence.

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It is time to bring an interesting plot twist to the story of the world. Instead of a male dominated world, we bring in the concept of gender equality. It is time for women to live their dreams. As a women, you have what it takes. Don’t dream it, be it!

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