My name does not tell who I am as a being. I was born in Fort Victoria during the Rhodesian era. I have travelled across the world, lived as far as the United States of America in the 70’s in family exile from the Rhodesian government. I have seen and experienced what colonialism was, not according to what is written in history books. I have been a child of a Father and Mother , a Refugee, a freedom fighter, a revolutionary, a cleric, a Statesman, a Professor, a Teacher, Reverend, Referee, Friend, Farmer, Writer, Academic and President.
These roles were all part of my primary socialisation as I grew up adjusting to the different socio-economic and political environments. In 1980 when Zimbabwe became an independent country we moved from the dusty streets of Luveve’s High Density suburb to live in Harare the capital city of Zimbabwe. It was a defining moment for the black majority and for us as a family moving to State House for the next 8 years. I had to learn how to speak the common language. It was a privilege that would see me meeting some of the worlds greatest icons from Bob Marley and the Wailers, to Captain Thomas Sankara, Indira Ghandi, Kenneth Kaunda, Samora Machel, Price Charles and many others. Those the life introduced some very high standards in terms of dress and mannerism it was also an executive prison where movement was limited and being a teenager having a girlfriend was a big challenge as expected every girl who knew you were the son of the most important person in the country could not help exposing their wish to be the chosen one.
I lived with workers at Statehouse, they probably are the ones who know all the secrets of such closed families, I also lived with Policeman, Soldiers from the Presidential Guard and various other government officials. I lived but was also learning from the experiences and exposure. I have worked as a Police Constable, the lowest ranked officer in the Police, I have worked as an Intelligence Officer under the President’s Office in Counter Insurgency operations along the border and into Mozambique working with members of the JOC to try safe guard the Beira corridor and protect our people along the border. This was not child’s play, I lost a lot of working colleagues during that time, I was in a war zone. Due to the Official Secrets Act I can not disclose any details of the work we did in Mozambique but it was a different ‘experience’.
I have lived in the streets of Hilbrow in South Africa before and after South African Independence, life was not cheap there, it was just like another war zone the difference being the danger was from drug lords and armed robbers. I have ‘experienced’ what most would never imagine. I have risen from nothing to running my own company and owning my own properties in South Africa right up to living in Eldorado Park where the notorious ‘majimbo’s’ dominated. My wife is from that very rough suburb, they could not believe me when after some years they found out who I was and where I came from..that is because who I am.
I have lived again in the United Kingdom following the aggressive negative campaigns on my family after my fathers controversial case. I have risen above all that negativity, I have had to sometimes start a new home with nothing from scratch because of complex personal issues, but still I rise.
I am just an ordinary citizen with an extraordinary goal.
join me in seeking to bring new ideas to Zimbabwe
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