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.