I do not feel at home in a hut.
I have never lived outside Africa either.
I have a Shona name. No English name. No middle name. And I insist on being called by it. Properly.
English is my strongest written and spoken language yet there are certain things deep in me that i can only express in Shona.
I do not feel safe in the bush.
But I do like the idea of doing a ‘safe’ safari.
I like to eat with my hands.
Though my fork and knife game is on point.
I barely left Harare for the first twenty years of my life
And now I have not been there in over a year.
I love maheu, mazhanje and maputi.
I have bathed in rivers and buckets, bathtubs and showers.
I often re-discover how “black” I am when I am around white people and how “white” I am around some black people.
I am a pretty good dancer depending on who is watching.
I find foreign politics way more interesting.
I proudly recognize as Zimbabwean.
So much about Zimbabwe breaks my heart.
I can more easily name American and European celebrities than African ones.
I really enjoy works of art by other Africans
I sadly have not invested as much as I could in it. I plan to do better.
I love Black Panther. And Thor. And Captain America.
I really enjoyed my first Zimbabwean movie; Yellow Card.
I do not enjoy most Nigerian movies.
I feel strongly about Africa being exploited by the West. And the East.
I can proudly explain to you my thoughts about decolonisation
But I would probably get lost on the way to my rural home.
I am all these things.
I am more than a product of colonization.
And I may never be the poster child of an African ideology.
But I am African.