Everyone at KFACE was so pleased to receive a wonderful letter from one of our students, Victorine, who is in her third year of an environmental studies program at Pwani University.

It was past mid year of 2010 that the reality of my joining a secondary school struck my family. My performance was steady and my constant stories and desire to be the 1st child in my family to study up to tertiary levels amongst my 8 sisters that were married either from class 7 dropouts or at class 8 level, some as worse as class 6.

 “I wonder how you maintain the desire to pursue education in the house of illiterate people, history will simply repeat itself, how I wish you could pray for a good husband to marry you after your KCPE, besides, we are in abject poverty we can’t afford however much we could wish to do so” my mother assertively said by the fire place as we prepared supper.

 Remorsefully affirming to these attributes of our family in my heart, I angrily replied, I must join the secondary or else I will sue you of denying my right to education as your child and there I cried and never took the supper meals.

This kept on and on and on as frequent as I could share my desire to pursue my education with either of my parents.

 My role model was my English Teacher Mrs. Ko’tonde, who could always advice me to never get into the abyss of hopelessness besides my family waves. “ Vicky , come on!! Stop crying, I know it hurts but I will always insist to you that you do your potential at best and surrender all to  God our Father, He’ll never forsake you.” This was a certain Friday at games time when I dodged just to pity my situation behind our class.

 Dawns and dusks!  The results were out, I was happy but nobody celebrated me so I knew the candle had gone off. After some 3 days, I was requested to go visit my elder sister. This was rare and traditionally ladies who were ready to get married could be sent to their elder sisters or aunts and get their husbands from there. Sadly I left home, but promised my heart that am not going to be anything less than what I have ever desired in my life .

 At my sister’s place now and different men stream in especially in the afternoon to make stories together. I never showed the attitude of disgust. Resilience was my best virtue.

One night after several tosses, sleeplessness, agony and hopelessness. I remembered the prayer day when our parish priest said, whoever will get 350/500 to go to him to seek his further directives to sponsorship.

I had 317/500 and I was sorry for myself. As a drowning man always clutch the straw and without sharing my thought with any one. I wake up early and on foot matched to the parish which was a round 5km away from my sister’s house. I shared with him in remorse though pretended to be very happy. He handled me with you don’t deserve this attitude as he mentioned that he only wanted 350 marks and above.

 On my way back to my sister’s place, I offered several prayers, some audibly and others in soliloquys for this was the only last hope I could cliffy hold on. The able relatives were not surfacing any where, I wished they could help me cross this valley but all in vain.

From an empty page of life, you (KFACE) reached out to my weary soul and hands. I could smile, then for several reasons I could never name to the full stop.

Since then we’ve journeyed together, at my flaws you’ve always accommodated me, at my failures you’ve always encouraged me. The visits you paid me in high school and at my home. The laptop….Oh my God, the greatest gift I ever posses in my life. Talking about this is a whole day that I promise I will have to. My studies are easier and hope I never disappoint these efforts.

Am not afraid to say, my life is never the same again, I celebrate you so so so much!! My English Teacher Mrs. Lucy Ko’tonde and myself for keeping strong.  At the university my class always celebrate me as the most diplomatic class representative.

My dream is to change the face of our home, our ugly traditional houses and compound to some small beautiful houses and compound that my parents may celebrate the fruit of my perseverance and ABOVE ALL to assist the other Victorines in my country.

The Gratitude

The memory of my heart

Am grateful.

Lots of love,

From Victorine



  1. Thank you for sharing this letter,may the spirit of struggle never die in me!

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