I remember when I was in The Netherlands, dying to come home and almost everyone in Zimbabwe telling me about the situations whereby electricity shuts down for hours, water going away now and then. It felt like a human being cannot function anymore without electricity yet there is firewood, which is more natural, and ofcourse, time to engage and interact with others without wifi.

It didn’t scare me, instead was a bit worried about how my children and my husband would cope, forgetting that our daily lifestyle in Netherlands was based on how I grew up in Africa back in the years. I also say to myself, even though the immune system of African children maybe stronger, they are surviving and we are supposed to survive too.


Example is that I have managed to breastfeed them for such a long time. Which have saved them. All the incubation periods have passed and my kids and us did not get sick. Yet the so called doctors from the what we call well developed countries encouraged vaccinations before the holiday. Of which we didn’t take. I STOOD MY GROUNDS. We all did not take Malaria tablets. We did carry them in case of emergency but none of us took.
What a process especially when assuming some areas in Africa may have Malaria.

When we went to the village we drank water from the river. Mufuku is the name, I have no idea how that is called in English. There isn’t an English name.
We reflect, we project and we react. No so long ago people didn’t have social media. We would make the best what we could out of our life.
When electricity is gone there is no Wifi and we will be very careful with our bundles if we have. But when your mind is positively set up, you will plan your day as long as you are warned when the electricity is going to shut down. In Western countries, people who are closer to nature encourage people to shut down their wifi when going to bed at least because the waves aren’t good for a human body.

There are not yet any reseaches done on how much these waves can damage our bodies. I therefore feel like we are being saved. Yes I know for companies that are only relying on electricity it’s not funny.

I remember that we went out of our homes more often. We did not know much how other people’s homes looked like.
We wrote one another, we didn’t have anything to copy and forward to someone else to let them know how bad one was behaving.
It seems life is going fast and to some people it’s good to have technology move fast like that.
Personally I grew up in a period of time where people didn’t have phones, but Walkman and we upgraded ourselves to a CDplayer. In the 90s when someone comes to visit, we would prepare lunch or dinner because we had so much to tell to one another. We saw each other after a while. We gave one another time to rehabilitate and do things that we will be telling about when we meet again. We used to be unique with our characters, talents, dressing, food and families.
I used to travel from city to city by train long back on my own. Every summer when my colleagues went on holiday, I would stay in Netherlands and travel with a discount around Netherlands. I met different Dutch people, some who still follow the typical Dutch culture and traditions. I lived in a big city where I worked. I have seen people speak to one another on a different level. Even though I knew that I was mostly the first one who would start the conversation, in the end, people were asking my number or email address. That’s how I have managed to know most people.
Apparently things are different now, life is different now, almost everything.
people we choose to be with, as friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and colleagues have become a reflection of ourselves.
No matter how much you try to represent yourself differently, it’s hard to judge on social media. People feel offended very easily as they cannot read the face expressions of the one writing. The connection left is not the same as before. But now that we are there and our children are going to see this as their past, what can we do on social media to leave a good name behind. Its definitely not bully. Let’s use our gadgets wisely.
The Art of African Ethnic Carrying Culture by
Melissa Budding 2018

Published by Humansbonded

Muchaheta was now living in the Netherlands, far away from home and her extended family. Perhaps it was the distance or the time away from her roots that led her down a path to reconciling her traditionally African approach to child rearing with the new modern European scientifically tested advice she was consistently receiving. In doing so she began to craft out a unique path for herself and her growing family.

%d bloggers like this: