Zimbabwe, It’s You I Adore
On a recent trip to India, it finally dawned on me. I love Zimbabwe. Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t say I love the seesaw economy, the shoddy politics, the hypocrisy and the corruption that comes along with the nation. I simply hold an undying love for the place of my birth and its diverse people.
What is it about India that made me realise this, you might ask. Visiting the sacred temples and sampling the aromatic food was breath-taking. And losing myself within the crowds of anonymous people released me from all of the responsibility I have to shoulder in my ‘real’ existence everyday. But ultimately, I could not really turn to any one of those well-meaning people and look at any of them with a twinge of painful familiarity and say, “We’ve come a long way.”
