It’s 13 days before a decisive national election in my motherland – Zimbabwe.
And I’m confronted by the brutal reality that my dream of determining the future of my country and exercising my right to self determination is just that – a mere dream.
Together with hundreds of thousands of Zimbabweans in the so called ‘diaspora’ – I’m forced to be a hapless spectator.
I’m forced to ponder on the question: “Where do I stand in shaping my country’s future?”
I’m 100 percent Zimbabwean. A Manyika to be specific. Hailing from Tanda in Rusape.
Honourable Elton Mangoma is my outgoing Member of Parliament while Chief Makoni is my traditional leader.
My totem is Shumba (lion) ‘maSibanda’.
I was born and bred in the capital of the Midlands Province – Gweru.
And I was educated at Cecil John Rhodes Primary School then St Dominics Chishawasha then Thornhill High School and finally the Midlands State University.
I’m fluent in Shona and speak a bit of Ndebele.
I am a Zimbabwean.
Fortunately or unfortunately (it depends on how you look at it) I am betrothed to an Angolan.
I find myself attempting to fit into a society which is so different from mine.
They drive on the right side of the road, use right hand cars, speak Portuguese, consider lunch their main meal, eat cassava meal instead of maize meal (sadza in my mother language) and have no problem buying meat from what we call flea markets back home.
The differences are so many.
I am called ‘estrangeira’ (foreigner in Portuguese).
Yet, for some reason my government chooses to ignore these facts by disenfranchising me, virtually excluding me from any electoral processes.
The heartfelt musings of a Zimbabwean sharing of her sense of ostracism from participating in the forthcoming elections. From her blog, we invite you to read her story told in her own few words
Let’s make it feya feya and inclusive!