MY ROOTS -Memoirs of a mine boy

By Isaac Mwanza

Partly inspired by Mark Twain's book, Tom Sawyer, this is a book encompassing boyhood adventures as well as a history of a particular place based on the experiences of the author. It is a captivating, thrilling as well as educating interactive piece of literature, suitable for all age groups.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Apr 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9783739680446

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My Roots - Memoirs of a mine boy. By isaac Mwanza

MY ROOTS

- Memoirs Of A Mine Boy-

By: Isaac Mwanza

Table of Contents

Part 1

At creche

Part 2

At home

Part 3

The place

Part 4

The people

Part 5

First Strides

Part 6

This and that

Part 7

Next Friday

Part 8

The annual trip

Part 9

Dawn to dusk

Preface

This is a non fictitious story derived from memoirs of the author, written however in a captivating manner so as not to appear as a history book but a thrilling adventure and notes of the author’s passage of life from childhood to adulthood in a neighborhood that he calls home. The author is from Zimbabwe and in some parts of the story he uses ‘Shona’ words (language from Zimbabwe) in order to maintain the originality and identity of the origin of the story.

Acknowledgements

Wilna Cremer – For Editing, information and general advice

Mavuto Mwanza - For information and advice

Chakarians - For inspiration and information

DOSA (Dalny Old Students Association) - For Photos and information

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1. At Creche

The earliest most vivid memories of the place i grew up to know as my home up to now, Chakari, are when back then, as a little boy i was in preschool. It was just popularly known as 'KuKreche' by then, and was adjacent to Dalny number 1 primary school, with the stadium to the west, Rural Council houses to the east, and part of 'maM4' houses to the north. It was about 2km away, southwards from where my family used to stay during that time, 'kumaM1', and i recall running along behind my brother and and sister who would be going past the crèche, and yonder to Dalny 1 and Dalny 2 primary schools, respectively, among-st a throng of other children from other 'compounds', in their array of maroon, khaki, and green uniforms. It was such a bright and colorful scene every morning with happy feet mostly clad in 'Sandak' shoes, and 'maTommy', with a few well to do children wearing leather school shoes, which shoes were more prevalent among-st the secondary school students bouncing along, in blue, grey and white, looking all confident and special to the one and only Secondary school in the heart of Chakari.

We as preschool children, we did not have a uniform, or the now popular bibs being adorned by most children these days when they go to their various centers of play or study. We would spend most of the day playing in the yard of the creche. There were some sheds there, open sided, with a roof of asbestos sheets overhead. There we would sit, or nap, or attend classes to learn to write our names. By then it was such a great achievement to be able to learn to write your name at such a tender age, though in true essence the 'tender-age ness' was just a matter of opinion because we had plenty of big boys and girls who could have gotten into primary school and advanced up to grade 3 or 4 ages back. In the yard were various things to quench a young heart's desire to play, and these included a see-saw, merry go round, swings, old motor tyres, and to top it all, there were 2 old remains of