It is a wonderful feeling when someone says “Oh, you are from Zimbabwe? What a beautiful country! I was there a little while ago and…” It takes me right back to the flamboyant trees and dark red mud. For some slight narcissistic reason, I feel instantly connected to this person just because they’ve also had an experience with “my” country.

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It is a wonderful feeling when someone
says ―Oh, you are from Zimbabwe? What
a beautiful country! I was there a little
while ago and…‖ It takes me right back to
the flamboyant trees and dark red mud.
For some slight narcissistic reason, I feel
instantly connected to this person just
because they‘ve also had an experience
with ―my‖ country.
Zimbabwe is an interesting place.
It‘s roughly the same size as Montana –
so it isn‘t tiny – but it also isn‘t massive.
What is fascinating is how it is has so
many different faces: forests and
mountains; lakes and deserts; skyscrapers
and mud huts. I‘ve traveled quite a bit
and I haven‘t found a place this size, with
so much diversity, apart from Cape Town.
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With only +/- 12 million people theretoday, My first visit after ten years was this past
Zimbabwe also isn‘t denselypopulated, December, we landed in Victoria Falls on
although when I was a child,there was no Christmas Day, (and what a present that was!)
more than 9 million. It wasonly 1% white, so I Rushes of familiarity and excitement took over as
really was a minority ifwe base that on we flew over the country nosing our way down to
color. Today, I live inAmerica and even a dinky landing strip. I was suddenly a child
again… mesmerized. The sky greeted us at our
though I‘m now consideredin the ‗majority,‘ feet and we walked into a rather small, chaotic
it still feels out of place. airport where someone was attempting to make
us stay in lines of no discernible order. The
The minute I cross Valencia street in San passport controller‘s pen ran out of ink and the
Francisco, or Mott and Prince St in New other controller‘s stamp utterly broke. We all
York, Ifeel more comfortable immediately. I waited…Happily. Peacefully. We were back on
find awarmth in color and cultures. Zimbabwean time.
Zimbabwe was once called the Even after flying for 19 hours, I didn‘t mind waiting
nearly as much as I thought I would. Here I
―Switzerland‖ ofAfrica, a veritable ―jewel.‖ was, used to New York time (which is an
However, the countryhas had dreadful oxymoron as there is no time in New York) but… I
problems over the past twentyyears, didn‘t mind.
and particularly over the last twelve.
Inflation has been one of the worst the world
over and nationally morals have plummeted.
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I stared outside hungrily as the hotel car Dogs barkedat a lost cow who was wandering
droveus to the lodge. The trees… Oh the throughsomeones massive garden.
trees! Amazing acacias, arms out wide Latest models of cars drove together with ancient
offeringshade to street market sellers and relics of vehicles. Old and new. City and
the odd wildwarthog or sheep. Ironically, Country. Sky and Earth. Even then I knew how
the roads stilllooked in perfect shape — lucky I was to be brought up in a space which
strips of tarmacrunning perfectly across the allowed for such freedom and primal awareness.
country side — nolitter to be seen. I was Anyway… this isn‘t about me… it‘s about
happily shocked. Zimbabwe. I wish for it to be all it deserves to
be: a land of natural opportunity; a land of
As a child my very best friend in the world laughter and generosity; a land willing to share all
it has to people who wish to learn and grow.
wasmy bicycle. I had it stripped down Please consider visiting it or learning more. It
completelyso I couldn‘t hear a clank of needs attention. It needs gratitude. It needs you.
mudguard or chairor bell – it was literally a
chrome frame on wellpumped up worn Thank you Zimbabwe for all you‘ve given me.
tires. I would fly over strips ofburnt colored -Be well. Tatenda
mud… hard as concrete. Throughditches
and up rocks. My bicycle took me to -c
stables and compounds where smells of
familyand nature contentedly mingled.
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