In a certain village in Namibia, there lived two couples. God blessed them with a daughter( Hope) and two sons in their marriage. They nurtured their children with so much love. One day the wife got sick and the sickness become worse and she passed on. The husband was hurt because you of the loss and to make the matter worse he has to raise the children as a single parent and the fact that the kids were too young especially the last born who was just nine months. As an African in some culture, children are to be separated- given away to different family members so they do not think more about the the departure of their loved one, the same thing I was done to these kids. Hope and the last born were taken to the partenal family while the second born was given to the maternal grandmother. The war started, the poor kids were discriminated by the partenal family particularly the Hope. At times their aunt( sister to the father ) forced the poor girl to go to bed on an empty stomach. She was remainded of her dead mom . Hope endured years of pain . By the grace of God she passed her primary education so as high school. Regrettably, she passed but got rejected by the organization that assist students with study loan. She was in sorrow and so as the father who had been by her side since day one. They say “where there’s a will there’s way” the father found helping hands and they succeeded in paying his daughter’s education. Hope managed to make it in life and finally got job and live happily with her father as well as the brother.