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A Day in the Life of Felicidade, a 16-year-old girl

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fishers and we <strong>the</strong>n sell <strong>the</strong>m at <strong>the</strong> market. We also pick clams but aga<strong>in</strong> it’s ma<strong>in</strong>ly to sell. We<br />

have a nice garden but it is a lot <strong>of</strong> work. We grow vegetables and we also look after 2 goats<br />

that I have to milk every day. We had 5 chickens but <strong>the</strong>y all disappeared when we were hit by<br />

<strong>the</strong> cyclone. I also look after my sisters. I need to be more patient with Florenc<strong>in</strong>e because she<br />

cries a lot! I like be<strong>in</strong>g with Cremilda, especially that now she can help a lot more with <strong>the</strong><br />

garden.<br />

In my free time, I hang around with my <strong>girl</strong>friends. One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, Anita, lives <strong>in</strong> a bigger<br />

house and <strong>the</strong>y even have a radio. Every Saturday, we’re glued to it, listen<strong>in</strong>g to Radio<br />

Mozambique. They have an hour long show produced by kids for kids. It’s very <strong>in</strong>spir<strong>in</strong>g. After<br />

<strong>the</strong> show, we hang around at <strong>the</strong> beach, throw water at each o<strong>the</strong>r and giggle a lot.<br />

Now I need to tell you someth<strong>in</strong>g else about Delf<strong>in</strong>a. She belongs to a grandmo<strong>the</strong>rs’<br />

support group and about two months ago she came back all excited. They were t<strong>old</strong> at <strong>the</strong><br />

meet<strong>in</strong>g that <strong>the</strong>y might be able to get micro f<strong>in</strong>anc<strong>in</strong>g to start a small bus<strong>in</strong>ess. Some<br />

organizations from Europe were go<strong>in</strong>g to provide <strong>the</strong> funds. So guess what? Shortly after <strong>the</strong><br />

meet<strong>in</strong>g, grandma sat down with me and t<strong>old</strong> me about her idea: do<strong>in</strong>g seaweed farm<strong>in</strong>g! She<br />

said we could grow it <strong>in</strong> special enclosures and sell it to markets <strong>in</strong> bigger towns. When I asked<br />

her what she knew about seaweed farm<strong>in</strong>g, she said that somebody from a European NGO<br />

(Non Pr<strong>of</strong>it Organization) would come to Catembe and teach us about it. She had already talked<br />

to a man who owns a truck <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> village to see if he would like to be hired to transport <strong>the</strong><br />

seaweed to those markets. Of course he said yes right away because he doesn’t have a lot <strong>of</strong><br />

work. With <strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> a local teacher, we wrote down a proposal. Just a week ago, we got<br />

word that it had been approved! We were so happy that we started shout<strong>in</strong>g and danc<strong>in</strong>g.<br />

Florenc<strong>in</strong>e got so scared that she started howl<strong>in</strong>g. With all <strong>the</strong> noise we were mak<strong>in</strong>g, our poor<br />

neighbours must have thought we had gone crazy!<br />

So life looks more promis<strong>in</strong>g for us. I still want to go back to school but for <strong>the</strong> next while,<br />

my grandma will certa<strong>in</strong>ly need a lot <strong>of</strong> help with <strong>the</strong> new bus<strong>in</strong>ess. If we make enough money<br />

<strong>the</strong>n go<strong>in</strong>g back to school will be easier for me. And who knows, we might also be able to<br />

replace our little temporary shelter with someth<strong>in</strong>g bigger and sturdier!

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