The saddest part is whenever I feel happy because I either hear some music that reminds of my roots, people start to question my happiness. some do not realize that, that’s all I may have to remember my childhood.
Its so wrong for one to think I am truly happy or rich because I live in The Netherlands.
The truth is, I miss this, That what you see in the picture., We even used to have hari, clay pots that we used to fetch water with.
The reason why I loved staying in the village was the fact that we never needed money to survive per day.
Here in Europe we stress out when we do not have money.
Back in Chivi we could relax and wait for the season to tell us when to plough and grow our food. We dried our food for the next season and could not wait again for the next season to eat fresh fruit, green and more.
There was so much to do as children. I was one of a kind who never thought living in Harare was everything, let alone living in Europe.
Now I suffer from different imbalances. There I cannot remember suffering from anything than somehow knowing that we Africans needed help. From where.?
In this picture, this was the last time I was home in 2009 December to January 2010. so don’t look at me and think I happy.
I’ve seen everything changing in my eyes. I left Zimbabwe in the 90s when people were still very close to one another. When I started living in Europe, the first thing that disgusted me was the individualism way of living and thinking. I remember that we grew up carrying one another. Siblings carrying their siblings, the neighbors carrying their neighbor children when necessary.
In that period of time people were struggling to become Western people they were getting westernized education everybody hoped to go to overseas someday as an achievement. This has blinded a lot from seeing what they already had as worth. Better jobs were found in the Western countries. If you were living in high- density suburbs you would want to be able to live in a low-density suburb where people lived the so-called Modern Life as a form of achievement.
The modern life consists of mostly westernized lifestyle. Knowing about when the Pram was introduced by Queen Elizabeth everybody saw this is a status, specially when you believe you don’t want to be called a poor African. Now the other way around proves that carrying of your children as a form of bonding increases sensuality, being sensitive, being more caring and emotionally stable.
This has everything to do with caring of your children.
Why I can say this is because I’m seeing more Africans fighting one another more the day of today than before, yet people were more closer to one another, more loving and understanding, but isn’t it what we have lost out of our hands the day of today? to be continued in my book African ethnic carrying culture.