07/08/2020
🇿🇼🇿🇼🇿🇼🇿🇼It’s been a long road since Zimbabwe gained its independence in 1980. Anyone born after 1980 is known as a “born free”, yet I find myself constantly questioning if I have ever actually known freedom in my life as a Zimbabwean. This is such a conflicting way to feel because on one hand,I had the privilege, the gift, the blessing of being born in a post colonial country because of the sacrifices made by those who fought for liberation. BUT, on the other hand; I wonder if the Zimbabwe we see today is the Zimbabwe they fought so hard for. The gag is, the a lot of the people in power today, are the SAME PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY FOUGHT IN THE WAR OF LIBERATION. This is why my sentiments about Zimbabwe and its freedom have always been a cocktail of emotion. Highly complex, highly nuanced, incredibly personal and very frustrating.
I’m saying all for this to say ZimbabweanLivesMatter . I was born and raised in a country riddled with economic turmoil, political unrest, human rights violations and actual hopelessness for most. I’m tired. I’m tired of living in a foreign country because that’s my best bet at success. I’m tired of being far away from my loved ones. I’m tired of being scared for my loved ones who are in Zim. I’m tired of watching potential in Zimbabwean youth go to waste due to lack of resources. I’m tired of corruption and exploitation. I’m tired of headlines of police brutality. And the worst part of all this is - I’ve been tired for a long time. I’m tired of being tired.