I was born and raised in Zimbabwe, but have recently moved to New York to do my Masters, so New York joins my growing list of “homes”. They say “home is where the heart is”, probably trying to make it easier for us to identify our home, our base, our roots, but after leaving parts of my heart in various places, I’ve come to realise that it’s not really that simple. That said, “home” is undoubtedly just off a seldomly-used road on the outskirts of Harare, in the shadow of a small hill where wood smoke hangs like mist on winter evenings.
I swing between ambition, apathy and passing obsessions on a daily basis, whilst chasing many and varied loves and trying to make sense of life and those sharing it with me. I spend much of my time observing the intricacies of the strangely complicated, vibrant and diverse people and society around me. There is so much that is challenging, pleasing, upsetting, refreshing and downright entertaining in the world around us – let’s embrace it, rejoice in it and live the randomness of life together.