Alexander Mumba Sakala writes;
Lots of people can’t understand how I made it this far (they come up with funny theories which are untrue) but it’s simply because God gave me a #Mother who sacrificed a lot to make sure we go to good schools.
My mother sacrificed the only Tv she had for me to use in a Tarven(bar selling Chibuku in 2002 in Kabanana compound).She #sold the only #house she built herself and gave me half of the money to boost my new business in 2008.from your Butchery in Matero I learnt how to respect and treat customers. From you I learnt how to be humble and down to earth. (We moped and cleaning was done by you and us(my siblings).
You could have used your money to buy a car but you took us to private schools instead. You went to Soweto market to buy vegetables for resale carrying a box(empty carton )by public transport@ and you were not ashamed. One time you fell in the mud at Soweto while buy vegetables with my brother #Genesis Sakala.
It was so heart breaking but God had a plan. Before you had a butchery you sold wine which you brewed yourself from pineapples at our three roomed house no 57 in Matero,Opposite Kamo Kamo bar which now belongs to us.
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You worked had but we could only afford one meal a day at (17:00hrs)because you had to keep the business running. We gave you a hard time growing up as a single mother (since dad died in a car accident when I was 7 years old).raising 5 boys and 2 girls plus my uncles and aunties on your own since you were the first born and bread winner.
Up to now I fell to understand how strong you were. Through your hard work and perseverance God has blessed our entire family in such a way that we look like we don’t know poverty all. #Mummy you don’t know but it’s #all because of you (am crying right now).you are my Hero and am proud to be your son(copied this one from my son AJ).All because of you. God is Great Guys.#Mulungu nipatali. #Share this post to encourage those going through a had time.let them know that it’s not over until God says so.
