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Charles Mungoshi
Letter to a son
Letter to a son
Letter to a son
Now the pumpkin is ripe.We are only a few days
from the year\'s first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk.
Taken in the round it isn\'t a bad year at all -
if it weren\'t for your father.
Your father\'s back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders.
Your little brothers and sisters
are doing fine at the day-school.
Only Rindai is becoming a problem.
You will remember we wrote to you -
did you get our letter? - you didn\'t answer.
You see, since your father\'s back started
we haven\'t been able to raise enough money
to send your sister Rindai to secondary school.
She spends most of her time crying by the well.
It is mainly because of her
that I am writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last Christmas;
then I thought maybe you were too busy
and you would make it at Easter -
it was then your father nearly left us, son.
Then I thought I would come to you some time
before the cold season settled in - you know
how I simply hate that time of the year -
but then your father went down again
and this time worse than any other time before.
We were beginning to think he would never see
another sowing season.
I asked your sister Rindai to write you
but your father would have none of it -
you know how stubborn he can get
when he has to lie in bed all day or gets
one of those queer notions of his
that everybody is deserting him!
Now, Tambu, don\'t think I am asking for money -
although we had to borrow a little from
those who have it to get your father to hospital -
and you know how he hates having to borrow!
That is all I wanted to tell you.
I do hope that you will be with us this July.
It\'s so long ago now since we last heard from you -
I hope this letter finds you still at the old address.
It is the only address we know.
YOUR MOTHER
© 1988, Charles Mungoshi
From: The Milkman Doesn\'t Only Deliver Milk
Publisher: Baobab Books, Harare
From: The Milkman Doesn\'t Only Deliver Milk
Publisher: Baobab Books, Harare
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Letter to a son
Now the pumpkin is ripe.We are only a few days
from the year\'s first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk.
Taken in the round it isn\'t a bad year at all -
if it weren\'t for your father.
Your father\'s back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders.
Your little brothers and sisters
are doing fine at the day-school.
Only Rindai is becoming a problem.
You will remember we wrote to you -
did you get our letter? - you didn\'t answer.
You see, since your father\'s back started
we haven\'t been able to raise enough money
to send your sister Rindai to secondary school.
She spends most of her time crying by the well.
It is mainly because of her
that I am writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last Christmas;
then I thought maybe you were too busy
and you would make it at Easter -
it was then your father nearly left us, son.
Then I thought I would come to you some time
before the cold season settled in - you know
how I simply hate that time of the year -
but then your father went down again
and this time worse than any other time before.
We were beginning to think he would never see
another sowing season.
I asked your sister Rindai to write you
but your father would have none of it -
you know how stubborn he can get
when he has to lie in bed all day or gets
one of those queer notions of his
that everybody is deserting him!
Now, Tambu, don\'t think I am asking for money -
although we had to borrow a little from
those who have it to get your father to hospital -
and you know how he hates having to borrow!
That is all I wanted to tell you.
I do hope that you will be with us this July.
It\'s so long ago now since we last heard from you -
I hope this letter finds you still at the old address.
It is the only address we know.
YOUR MOTHER
From: The Milkman Doesn\'t Only Deliver Milk
Letter to a son
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