My name is Ntimbwe M Mpamba. I’m 30 years old. I’m a very vibrant person, I like to smile and see the people around me smiling. I always look for opportunities to make a difference in society and in people’s lives. I was born on the 12th of the 12th month in 1982. I was raised by both parents, my mother was a nutritionist by profession and my father was a purchasing and supply manager under the Zambia mines. Being the last born in a family of five kids had its ups and downs. I guess the downs got the best of my life.
At the time I was an energetic little boy, I always did find myself in situations which were unbearable. I mean just the thought of being crushed by a car or being accidentally hit by flying shot-put or even falling from a tall mango tree were tragedies that made me feel as though I was indestructible in my own crazy world.
Relocating from mother Zambia to South Africa in 1992 opened up new doors to my life where I would enjoy the goodness of greener pastures. As sweet as it may sound, my health got a knock on the head; I started to experience all manner of sicknesses. I got chickenpox, part of the herpes virus. I had a week bladder and rashes all over my body and face. My mother being a nutritionist introduced me to the world of vitamins. The love and trust I had for my parents didn’t give me a reason to ask any questions but simply just flowed with the music.
Early 1995, my father got seriously ill and suffered from meningitis. Not knowing what it was, I didn’t take serious cause I thought it was a just a phase in life. It didn’t take much time before the grave called his name. I was torn apart. After my father’s death things became difficult for us to remain in South Africa as my mother was not working. Running out of options, mother decided to head back to Zambia where she would try to keep the family from falling apart. The moving back was the easy part but getting back to our feet was something I live to remember. My mother being unemployed, my health being compromised was something the family couldn’t bear. Praying and fasting, while lodging at my uncle’s place was the best solution at the time. It didn’t take long before God answered our plea, mom got a job, and we got a house. I got my hope back. Life was not perfect, but there was hope and we believed that we could make it in this big world.
I was finally happy until pneumonia came walking in, T.B came flying after and herpes managed to sneak in my livelihood. These followed each other as they were related to one another. But as much as they had set their desire to take me down, my strong mind-set was not shaken because I knew that I was more than a conqueror and was born for greatness and not failure.
Late 2004, my mother suffered from a T.B relapse and didn’t manage to pull through. My life was at a standstill because my reason for living had gone with her. My school life was distorted and saw myself as an empty vessel. I was later taken in by my sisters who were in South Africa. The changing of environments took its toll and my health was beyond redemption.