It is the morning of the first day of January 2063. Zamba was woken up by the ruffling noise of two cockerels fighting just outside her window. She was too lazy to get out of bed and her mind wasn’t clear yet as she picked up her phone to check her messages on WhatsApp. A nagging yawn overpowered her and she let it go, ending with one loud groan. He mother making breakfast next door heard her and immediately burst into a loud laughter.
“You better drag those young bones of yours out of bed young lady. It’s 2063 and here you are still stuck between the sheets like a magnet. Come over and give me a hand,” her mother said.
The relationship between mother and daughter was the envy of all relatives and friends. People took to calling them sisters.
“So, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Well, for starters, set the table for breakfast?”
As she went to the cabinet, her mother started humming a song she had never heard her sing before. It had something to do with life in the 20th century. Curious to know more, she asked her mother to tell her some inspirational story from that era.
“Around the late 20th century,” her mother started, “in a large African country called Nudas, was a beautiful, brave intelligent and hardworking young girl named Hipaingba. She lived with her extended family who included her mother, aunties, six younger siblings, grandparents and first cousins. Her mother was an extremely hardworking woman who raised Hipaingba with her siblings single-handedly because her father was deceased.
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