Breathing Space

I have spent a third of my life living outside of Zimbabwe, and yet, by definition of birth, I am Zimbabwean, part of the so-called “born free” generation. And yet, the last decade or so of this country has seen it go through incredible heartache and devastation, and this has often been overlooked by the outside world, and to be honest, even by our neighbours. The words that follow are a selection of blog posts since my return, or excerpts from writing while I lived overseas. Writing is my practical at processing – at processing some of my experience with leaving the country I thought I thought was home. At looking through the heartache and heaviness to find the lessons that were learned. And through the event of coming back, to remind myself, in spite of my somewhat jaded and cynical attitude, that there is such beauty to be found here.