The Art Of African Ethnic Carrying Culture

As an African girl, I had never seen a baby in a pram until I came to the Netherlands. It seemed very common that a newborn baby was immediately transported in a trolley. It also seemed very common that when a baby was born it actually had to go straight to his own room to sleep there and then the mum would walk there 20 times a night to feed and / or to sleep.

I had never seen that in Africa, especially in the countryside where more than 2 children sleep with mum and dad

Maybe that’s how it should be

Before I had children, I thought, maybe it belongs to the poor people who don’t have the money to do all those so-called.n. to buy and use convenient resources.

I do not think so! From an early age I was a girl who wanted to look beyond her own nose. My father always said “it is going to be something with her” and my mother stimulated me in the things that I was curious about.

I’d rather be the only one in hundreds with my own opinion if I stood behind it and believed in it.

In the Netherlands we were in the Statenkwartier a neighbourhood where a lot of expats where my brother, his family and I stayed.
To earn some extra money and also to develop in society. babysitting and domestic help was one of the best options there were for me. As there were enough expats in The Hague, I could easily go to my brother’s colleagues to look after and clean. The language was easy, English. I also studied in English, so Dutch was not really necessary at the time, but I got interested in it. So then just learn the language.

Enough people were very satisfied and wanted to be helped by me. Thanks to my parents who encouraged me so much and had such a positive attitude to life.
Everything was good, even more often helping the neighborhoods with carrying their children.

My mother

My mother had an old sewing machine (Singer) that she operated by hand. She made uniforms for schools with it. It just started with individual people who requested uniforms to their own size. She also did other clothing making and repairing. Patchwork and especially crocheting was also done a lot. I was allowed to help with the little things, it started with filling a bobbin (coil).
Unfortunately my mother died in 2002, but I learned a lot from her, and that made it the way I am now. Be simple.

My children will hopefully learn the same although it is a bit different than how I learned it, since we are still influenced by others and generations

Ouders mogen best een eigen gevoel gebruiken

What is being a young mom? I hear and speak to people who definitely think a mom should be at a certain age, but I remember being a mom for the first time when I turned 33. This was not my choice nor was it my husband’s.
Sometimes we think planning to be pregnant is a special goal yet we might not even know who plans our future.
Yes for a Zimbabwean girl I was late, just the same as my age group right now will be asking “‘so when did you graduate? when did get your driver’s licence and when was your first child?”
Such cliche questions are difficult to answer when your first 22 years of your life was in Zimbabwe and then the second 20 years of your life is in Europe.
I had to start afresh with a lot of things. At that moment my age group in Zimbabwe was moving on. At that moment my age group in Europe was moving on.
May I be proud to tell you that if I look back I feel richer than ever?
Having lived in a resorted village in Zimbabwe, having lived in what they call high density surburb and lived in what they call low density surburb and now in Netherlands in defferent areas as well make me who I am now. I have seen it all.
Ndongoda kasadza neRudhe ne muchaha, kasadza kezviyo ne mahewu kana ndava nenyota munenge mandigona.
Sleep well my dearest friends ❤ , My daughter in this picture is now 11 years old

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