With each day, I was looking forward to seeing him and expecting something from clothes, money to food. It then turned to receiving a letter and from there, there were many others that followed. Mr T which was short for Tapfuma would constantly write to me. There was a place where my brother and I were accepted, he would say. A house for the special and disabled children. I would learn how to communicate with others and my brother would learn how to coordinate and possibly be better after being treated. Things were finally looking good for us.
Each time he came, he brought clean paper for me. He even got me a board that I would put around my neck and communicate with and the best thing, it will never run out and I would get to communicate all I want. A few weeks, we had planned to move with my brother to the place he talked of always. Our heaven. We packed the few valuables, which mostly consisted a change of clothes, mother’s heirloom necklace. We had and we said goodbye to our village, hello new life!
Mr T’s House was very huge. It was just outside town because he had written in his letter and shown us pictures that he loves to enjoy the cool breeze that is not polluted with industrious smoke. He said he had many servants and we would stay with him until the place where we were supposed to go was ready to take us in. We spent the whole week living with him and the people around him were very accommodating. He liked to keep many people around as it would guarantee him security since he lived just outside town. This is how Heaven must be like.