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My Neighbours Compiled by Ryan Muzamhindo.

“Drop me at the Golden house”, the old lady seated next to me shouted, and her voice woke me from daydreaming.

The golden house was also my bus stop, I followed the old lady out as she got off the combi.

The Golden house as everyone in the neighborhood preferred to call it, was the biggest house in my hometown , Chitungwiza. The house is beautiful for sure but the people who reside in this house were very mean and too proud of themselves. They felt like Kings and Queens and they treated workers and people in the neighborhood like slaves. These are the Mutanda family.They own an inherited fortune from their grand parents. The Mutanda family thought money was everything and felt that they didn’t need anyone as money could buy them anything they wanted . But that did not last for long . When the head of their family Mr Mutanda and his 2 sons died in a fatal accident. The wife and her 2 daughters felt so lost and miserable. We all felt pity for and offered them physically , mentally and emotionally support.

They felt so embarrassed that the same people they considered as useless, unworthy and low class could still help them in their crisis.

From that day they learnt that neighbors are the closest relatives anyone can have and that in a neighborhood we should work together like a spam of oxen ploughing land for farming . Their behavior changed, and became kind, caring and generous. The Mutanda family now give people water from their borehole and give clothes and food to the poor and to neighbors . And from that experience we all became a patched up neighborhood like a herd of cattle .