In the late 90s, my father, a Dental student from Zimbabwe on a Presidential Scholarship, faced a bleak future when his scholarship funds were misused by the Minister of Presidential Scholarships. The news shattered his dreams, and he contemplated returning home.However, fate had other plans. In Kuopio, Finland, at the local church my dad attended, a remarkable lady named Eva became his unexpected savior. Eva, affectionately known as Aiti or Mummo , had no children of her own. In a twist of divine intervention, she had a dream about helping an African student complete his studies.Eva knocked on my dad’s door, offering a lifeline that would change his life forever. She took him in, treating him as her own son. Their bond grew strong, and my dad, overwhelmed with gratitude, gave her a T-shirt boldly declaring “Zimbabwe.” Eva proudly wore it, boasting to her friends about the thoughtful gift from her African son.With Aiti’s unwavering support, my dad persevered, completing his studies and earning a Doctor of Dental Surgery in 1996 and a Master in Public Health in 1997. Aiti’s love extended beyond borders, reaching Zimbabwe in 1998. At the airport, she expressed a whimsical wish to see lions, leading to a memorable visit to the Halfway House Zoo.Aiti’s presence in our lives was nothing short of extraordinary. When she went deep into the Rusitu valley in Zimbabwe, my dad told my grandmother that he now had two moms. Sadly, my dad passed away in 2014, and Aiti followed a few years later.I had promised to visit Aiti, but a language barrier stood in the way. The only one who could bridge that gap, my dad, was no longer with us. I hope they are now reunited in heaven, sharing the long conversations they couldn’t have on Earth.Rest in peace, Doc, and rest in peace, Aiti. Your love and kindness will forever echo through the generations you touched. 🌹🕊️

by Nice_Substance9123

2 comments
  1. thank you for writing this! it really made me smile and got me thinking about how I could leave my mark in this world.

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