Sad story of rejected UNZA students, Namakau returns to village

17580101_254283505033501_1569166590_nHer name is Namakau from Western Province. She completed school in 2015 and got 6 points (in fact, she had first distinctions in 7 subjects and second distinction in one – she sat for 8 subjects) which saw her being accepted at UNZA for the 2017 intake. She is 20 years old now having being born on 24th February 1997.

This is what she has just posted,


Greetings to you and all Zambians reading this,

I just want to inform all Zambians that I have gone back to my village in Mongu after the government refused to put me on bursary at UNZA despite being very vulnerable as my both parents died when I was young. CAMFED has been sponsoring me since Grade 8 in 2011 until wen I completed school. I was brought up by my grand mother to my father’s side and I used to raise money for food by selling in the street. My grand ma is still alive but extremely aged at 91, no wonder I was more less like a mother to my young brother whom mum left wen he was 8 months. I was happy wen I got six points at Grade 12 for I regarded school as my second parents. My happiest moment was when my name appeared on the list of students that have been accepted at UNZA under the school of natural sciences. My dream was to become a doctor.

I don’t mean to bore you brothers and sisters with many words, but the truth is that I have now decided to go back home to continue suffering after our caring government refused to offer me bursary by opting to favour the rich at the expense of the need. It is an open secrete that majority of the fortunate students are those that come from well to do backgrounds, but wow are those from poor families. Society is cruel for the children born born from poor families.

I cried for assistance from government and UNZA bursary board but in vain until my tears dried down. It seems the pain I went through since I lost my parents was not enough and the world wants me to undergo deep suffering. I have since I applied as a maid to one of the well to do families in Mongu just to assist feeding my grandmother and my young brother. I really wanted to be educated so that I can taste how it feels to eat twice or thrice a day, but I am now doomed. Education would have been my biggest testimony. I know some people back home will laugh and tease me that the world has rejected me, but others will sympathize. The notion; ‘the rich will become richer and the poor becoming poorer’, seems to be a prophecy fulfilled in me.

I will never forget how the whole school laughed at me in the girls boarding school, when I was found to be putting on a torn underwear. Tears flow down my face as I recall. I thought the UNZA school of medicine (Natural Sciences) would be a relief for me, but alas, Mongu will now be my place of rest working in people’s homes as a maid. My UNZA acceptance letter and memories for the images of UNZA will always comfort me as continue working as a maid.

I am now gone, but my prayer is that other vulnerable students in the country should not be disadvantaged like me.

To those that know me from Mongu, please welcome me as your young prodigal daughter who went to Lusaka excitedly and is coming back sad person, triggering the sad memory of losing my parents. The death of my parents taught me to run a home at 8 like an 18 year old girl.

MY prayer is that my fellow vulnerable youths, both males and females should not pass through what I am currently passing.

God be with you all fellow Zambians,

Thank you so much,


(Photo: The Vulnerable Namakau)

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