Genre: Historical Fiction
This Diary is a gift to Joshua Levi on day of his deliverance witnessed by Church and God on this 8th Sunday of January the year of our Lord 1889
Adore the Lord always
Sister in Christ
Sunday 8 January 1888
Monday 9 January 1888
My nEW nAmE IS JOSHUA
SIStEr VAL tEACH ME WrItE
Tuesday 10 January 1889
Wednesday 11 January 1888
JOSHUA JOSHUA JOSHUA JOSHUA JOSHUA JOSHUA JOSHUA JOSHUA
Thursday 12 January 1888
VAL Is NICE
Friday 13.January 1888
THE QUICKs BrOWnE FOxs
Sat 14 January 1888
THE QUICK BrOWn FOx
Sunday 15 January 1888
Monday 16 January 1888
THE QUICK BrOWn FOx jUMP oVER LAZE DOGs
Tuesday 17 January 1888
THE QUICK BrOWn FOx jUMPs oVER LAZy DOG
Wednesday 18 January 1888
I AdOrE God and sis VAL
19 January 1888
Sis VAL Cry I WrITE
Friday 20 January1888
I MAKEs VAL cry I sTop WriTe till beta
Monday 5 March 1888
I lEArninG MysELf
Tuesday 6 March 1888
My Christian nAme is JoshuA my other nAme cAn not spelled
Wednesday 7 March 1888
Fatha Bruno come give sweets
Sunday 25 March 1888
Fatha Bruno say Sin is Black and so are we till we are washed by the blood of Jesu. I must have invite others to be saved on Easter Service
Thursday 29 March
My Papa say must stop with white man crazy talk
Friday 30 March
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begot son
Sunday 1 April
fatha Bruno gave us communication
Papa say eating Jesu body and drink his blood witchcraft. Papa say The Man With No Knees come to our village and learn our ways we must learn theirs so tomorrow he send me his only son to learn.
Monday 2 April
Today is my first day at the Mission Society school. The missionaries come from far away to bring light to our darkness. To educate us from our savage way.
Today my father cry when I left the village he said Do not forget myself but how can I forget myself when I take myself everywhere I go.
My name is Joshua Levi and I am a student.
Friday 20 April 1888
I have been busy learning new and exciting things, I have not had time to write. I miss the village sometime.
Sister Valerie, she misses her home too, in England. She can’t wait until she goes back and that makes me sad and I don’t know why.
Sunday 22 April 1888
Reverend Charles Helm visited the Mission Society Parish today. He brought gifts and medicines for the new clinic. He gave me my own mirror, a comb and a razor he said I must be groomed. Cleanliness is next to Godliness. We must strive to be like God and learn his word and fear him, that’s wisdom.
Monday 23 April 1888
I cut myself shaving. Rev Helm said he would teach me but he left early to go see King Lobengula.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness, sin is dirty and black.
No matter how many times I bath I can not wash away the sin I was born with.
My name is Joshua Levi and I am ashamed of my skin.
Tuesday 24 April 1888
Today is Sister Valerie’s birthday I said I did not have a present for her but she said the best present I can give her is to learn all I can and to spread The Word and be a teacher at the mission.
I wish I had a birthday too I don’t know when I was born my parents were uncivilized in the ways of the world.
Father Bruno told me dont need my old birthday I have a new one just like my new name I am no longer what I was. I was washed of my sins when I accepted Jesu as my personal saviour
My name is Joshua Levi and I was born on 8 January 1888
Wednesday 25 April
Rev Charles Helm says my grasp of English surpasses his expectations. If he closes his eyes he can almost imagine he is chatting with a carcass of Euopean descent.
A carcass a dead body of animal
A Caucasian is a white man.
The good reverend has asked me to go to my papa bearing gifts and supplies and tell him a company of miners want to be his friends they will give him vast wealth and power. Even King Lobengula is friends with them all he has to do is sign a simple treaty of agreement.
I am Joshua Levi and tomorrow I am going home.
Thursday 26 April 1888
The welcome I got is not the welcome I expected. My father said I have become a white man, I dress like him and I even talk like him.
“Son, you have forgotten yourself” that’s the last words he spoke directly to me. He refused the gifts, tore up the memorandum of agreement and spit on the bottle of skotch whiskie.
Malume said to me if I return to the missionaries my pa says I’ll be dead to him. But how can I not go When I go back I will be a teacher of a class of my own.
Friday 27 April 1888
Today I returned to the Mission Society.
I have informed Rev Helm of my father’s disposition. He says my father is a fool because only a fool refuses blessings.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
I am Joshua Levi and I am the son of a fool.
Monday 30 April 1888
I am Joshua Levi and I am a teacher at the Mission Society school.
Monday 1 October 1888
“I am dying”
my father’s first words to me after five months of silence.
His hut smells like dung and herbals the sangoma says there’s nothing they can do.
“Do you accept Jesus as your personal saviour?”
“Take my father to the clinic”
He is given the miracle of penicillin
I am Joshua Levi and I just saved my father.
Tuesday 30 October 1888
Lobengula signed the Rudd Conscession with Charles Rudd, James Rochfort Maguire and Francis Thompson, witnessed and translated by Reverend Charles Helm
My father signed his trade memorandum with the BSAC
Tuesday 8 January 1889
I am one year old today I picked the name Joshua because I wanted to be a savior too, Joshua means Jesus in Greek. Levi is because they couldn’t pronounce my name
Ndzivalelano which means reconciliation.
Valerie is going back to England today, her year here is done, I’ll miss her but we are from two different worlds her and I.
I have just learnt that Rev Charles Helm misrepresented the contents of the concession but its a binding contract and this land is no longer ours, it was not mining rights alone we conceded it was All Our Rights .
John Smith Moffat says he will help us revoke it and fight for our freedom……
13 September 1890
“….the more of the world we inhabit the better it is for the human race…”
Cecil John Rhodes
The Pioneer Column raises The Union Jack on the kopje over looking Fort Salisbury
“Blessed are the meek…. They shall inherit the ashes, ashes, of dreams long dead”
I am Ndzivalelano and my bones won’t rest until what was mine is mine again
I am Ndzivalelano freedom fighter and war begins….
~the diary has no further entries only blank pages.
This is a work of fiction, centered around key historic events in the history of Zimbabwe