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School Girls and Women Entrepreneur of Mozambique.

As a little girl, I lived in a little farm in Mozambique with my Mother and seven sisters and brothers . We were six girls and two boys. I went to an Official school. I started school in 1969. In 1971 I was selected as the best Girl of the school year. The price for the best student of that school year was a trip on Helicopter across the villages mountain - The flying trip was never realized because one the best boy of the year died suddenly.

My father died when I was one year and seven months. All I know about my father is his private grave yard we visited every Sunday. 1974 I found was in Quelimane. I went from a Girl living in harmony in a village to a girl living a big City, where most of girls had a mothers and fathers alive, when I realized that there was something called school fee. I also realized the difference between being a girl orphan of father and a Girl with a living father. In those years Mozambique was going through Political change that put a stop on my dads life Insurance.

My family was a dominated by women with big sisters overruling Mama cause she could not read nor write. In School I participated in cultural and sports activities. In Dance and theater we could only dance to political songs with emphasis on deadly and revolutionary episodes from the war. I grabbed Marrabenta, and shaped Provincial stages in competition with other provinces, countries and China.

One day I got to school only to hear that my school fees were not paid, therefor I could not attend my lessons. Peculiar, cause all others had their school fees paid. I stopped going to school when as 15 years old. Raped and pregnant as 16 years old next was go to the army. Lonely everyday when others were at school, I started reading Dictionary of English and Portuguese to learned English. Many girls were forced to stop school and prepare defend and serve their country or accept a marriage with a Soldier or Police officer or Politician. My mother was not the kind of fixing marriage for her daughters. But my big sisters were.

1981, I had to live in Malawi just to save little sister from the army. In Malawi I was given two options. 1. Continue School and accept the marriage 2. Run away back to Mama. like a supper man with an uncured Cerebral Malaria, Mamma showed up and introduced me to Paulina who helped me out. Paulina is a friend til today. Before mamma showed up there was a girls asking the guard for me. She said she new me from school I did not know her. She traveled 450 km tying to save her life serious injuries and infection cause by sexual abuse from her biological father. My sister took her to the hospital where she was hospitalized for months. I never sow her again. Later I realized that many girls could not go to school because they felt different after rape or because school teachers and others men wanted them to do what mama said we should not do. others Girls because they had no money for school fees . Till today girls in Mozambique have to commit sex in order to continue school, get a job, an education or ensure their husbands a job or the position they occupy. Many who graduate are sisters wives or family of Political leaders.

In Mozambique there is no law or regulation that stating single women are not allowed to own large homes land or farms unless married to a leader or so But. Women who dears to do so will be, by authorities considered Phsychological unstable, a Rebel or an assassin. The Government do prohibits people in general to work for single women entrepreneur or politician. Gov campaigns against, isolate them from the community and organize people to kill or rape her. The few members of society who insist because they need a job can be killed or physical tortured.

I wanted an Education and peace. Therefor I decided to get married with a very white, who were the leaders of the Leaders of Mozambican Government. Close to the weeding date mother reminded me of the fact that some day I would have to follow my husband and be away from my family, friends. but I thought I had nothing to loose

My solution served as the example, for many girls in the country. Most girls rushed in to marriages with any European. I, ones Denmark all I wanted was an Education, but I also wanted to know how the girls were doing. I traveled to Italy, France, Portugal, Sweden, Spain and Norway to see with my own eyes. In Denmark people thought the teth in my mouth were of Ebony, and my hair of black sponge. Entering the University of Copenhagen University I witnessed discrimination. (Please Goolge Ilda Maria Varela and Copenhagen University). Most of African women are forced to take jobs they never dreamed of. Most of them give birth to healthy children only to discover that at least one child of every black mother suffer from a serious or deadly decease.

A letter to Paulina
Dear Paulina, Thank you, thank you for all the support you have given me when I needed most. Thank you for being a friend and a sister for me, and thank for taking your time to read that I don`t know how to thank you. Ilda

Letter to my Daughter
My little baby, please allow me to call you a little baby, because for me you will always be my little girl. You are, over 18, that means that you live your own life, and you are responsible for your life and everything that you do in your life.
I hope I have been a good mother to you I hope you will become the the medical doctor or the good singer you said you want to be. Take good care of your self and those around you.
With love, Mamma.

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