This is the story of a modern Cinderella. Zawadi is the daughter of a wealthy man, but she is the maid. Her step mother takes advantage of the fact that her father is not in the country to mistreat her. Finally her luck is changing, she gets an invite to Rafik’s party. Rafik is the most famous musician in the land, a prince among men. They have a spark but Zawadi like the fairytale Cinderella has to leave the ball at midnight. Zawadi goes to design school and this is her graduation night. Will her secret be discovered? If you have not read the rest of the story here is where the story begins.
Zawadi was nervous as she waited behind the stage. This was it. Her big day. She had to impress the judges with her design and her catwalk. Her long red African print dress looked stunning. She had added gold embroidery in different places and also added some gold and silver beads. It was an improvement from when she had worn the dress at Rafik’s party. She was wearing red high heels of 6 inches. She had made another head dress from some red and black African print material that she had left. Her face looked like that of a princess, she hadn’t put much makeup just some red lipstick and foundation. She had some gold plaited loops in her ears.
Zawadi wiped the tears from her eyes. No use in crying. This morning her step mother had come to her room early in the morning. She didn’t even wake up Zawadi. She had started throwing Zawadi’s clothes on the floor. When Zawadi heard the commotion she was still struggling to wake up from her dream where Rafik found out who she was, came over to get her and took her away from her stepfamily. It had been a nice dream.
Zawadi was startled to see Madam Asila in her room. Madam Asila never came to the servant’s quarters. What had possessed her to come over?
Madam Asila said with an evil smile “today is your last day here. I promised your father I would let you stay here until you finish school. And I have. But no more being nice. I don’t ever want to see you again. After your graduation today don’t come back!”
Madam Asila asked for all the house keys and gate keys. She also took the key to Zawadi’s room. She threw a thousand shillings on the floor and said, ‘here’s what I owe you. If I see you here again you will regret it.” She then leaned towards Zawadi and said, “And if you had any ambitions of claiming anything from your father’s property you better forget it. Everything is in both our names. And I will die before I let you have even a shilling of the money that we have.”
Zawadi took her clothes and put them into a garment bag that she had made. She took a shower. She took one last look at her room. It had been her home for the last 4 torturous years. She had come here so innocent but she had been hardened by Madam Asila.
As she closed the door to her past Zawadi thought aloud, ‘thank God we left our designs at the school last night. If madam had found them she would have ripped them apart. She would also know my secret.”
Rafik had given out a picture of her in her dress and asked for information about her. The whole of Nairobi was abuzz wondering who the mysterious princess was, who had disappeared into thin air. Her friends wanted her to come forward but she knew it would be a disaster. She didn’t want her stepmother to find out because she didn’t know what her stepmother would do to her. Well she didn’t have to worry about that now.
Well she knew after tonight if she won her secret would be out. She was tired of hiding out being a woman in the shadows. She had heard that Rafik was out of town so he would not get the information unless somebody told him. By the time he did she would be gone. She had been using her father’s address for her 4 years in college. If they came looking for her they wouldn’t be able to find her because she had left.
Madam Asila was watching her from the third floor. Zawadi paused outside the main house and looked at the house, which was very magnificent in its beauty. It was three storey’s high, a white mansion with yellow trimmings. A fairytale mansion that was beautiful on the outside but ugly on the inside because of its occupants.
Zawadi wanted to cry, not because she was leaving but because at least for the last 4 years she had known where she was going to sleep. Her grandmother was dead so she couldn’t go back to mashambani. She would have to make her own way now in the big city.
By the time she reached the gate she knew all the servants knew. Madam Asila had called the watchman and told him to let her out. She was not to be let back in again. The watchman was also to check her bag to see if she had stolen anything and report it to madam.
The watchman Justus had called the other servants who worked there. They gathered at the gate where madam Asila could not see them. They hugged her and then each of them gave her some money. She tried to refuse the money but they insisted.
Zawadi was crying by the time she left the gate. She walked to the stage. She wondered what she would do. She was at a crossroads. She couldn’t go back to the village because she would not make the kind of money she needed as a tailor. If being poor had taught her anything it was that people take advantage of those who are poor. She did not intend to continue being one of them. She wanted to have money so that she could take care of herself and buy whatever she wanted. As she walked she promised herself that one day she would expose Madam Asila for the witch she was.
Zawadi took a matatu to town then to her college. Her friends were excited to see her. This was their graduation day. They had been waiting 4 years for this. Also there some excitement about the mystery judge who was coming from France. He was the talk of the whole college, everybody wanted to know who he was but the principle of the college refused to say.
Zawadi told Angelica and Susan “madam kicked me out. I have nowhere to go. I thought I had a few days to figure out what to do!”
It was then that the realization that she was all alone finally hit her. She started crying. Her friends comforted her.
Angelic said, ‘it’s ok Zawadi you can come stay with me. I was going to invite you anyway …”
Zawadi hugged her and whispered “thank you.”
The girls went to check on their final creations. Zawadi went to look for her garment bags. The dressed had been taken to the laundry. Zawadi stored her bag in her locker which after today it would no longer be hers. She took her outfits, her makeup bag which contained her makeup and jewelery, and her shoe bag.
Zawadi tried to settle in the dressing room as she removed her jeans and shirt remaining only in her underwear. She would have to change several times so there was no point in wearing clothes. She just wrapped a kanga around her waist. All the other girls were dressed similarly. There was a separate dressing room for the guys so the girls could dress how they pleased.
Zawadi said a silent prayer to God. Throughout what had happened she hadn’t given up on God. Prayer gave her comfort in those dark days. She wasn’t overly religious but she loved God and prayed, going to church when she could.
Soon the music started playing. It was time to hit the runway. The students’ dining room had been turned into a runway stage. There girls put on their first outfits. They were showing different outfits for different occasions. The last one would be the evening gowns they had designed. There was going to be some stiff competition tonight.
The girls went one by one on stage. Zawadi was a natural. She knew how to walk and pose. Zawadi and her friends had been watching fashion shows and practicing. There were many invited guests. The room was packed to capacity. The college she had gone to was an elite fashion design college and it was the best in the country. They only took 30 girls at every yearly intake and so you had to be good to enter the school. By the time they were in final year they would eliminate 15 girls so that only 15 students graduated. These 15 students were highly sought after by design houses and magazines to be designers and stylists. Some would even become designers for the rich and famous.
Zawadi had worked hard to make the cut. Her tailoring was flawless and her designs were excellent. Most of the designers came from wealthy families. Only Zawadi, Angelica and Susan were not. Angelica’s rich boyfriend was paying for her. Susan had won the one scholarship that was usually given to needy students. Zawadi well she had a rich father, who was only paying her fees because he promised his mother. Although he paid her fees he did not acknowledge her in any way. He did not attend meetings and things like that.
As the graduates took their designs to the runway there were claps and whistles as the crowd composed of families, designers, fashionistas and media appreciated the outfits. Soon it was time for the last design. The jewel of the collection for the students, the evening gown.
Zawadi was nervous as she waited in the wings of the stage. Soon it would be her turn. Soon the world would know her secret. She would be exposed. Cinderella was coming out.
The story continues.