There are moments in life when your spirit aches to step forward, to answer a call that feels deeply rooted in your conscience. For me, that call has always been the desire to be involved in the political and social life of our country — not for power, not for recognition, but simply to serve. To try, in whatever small way, to give back to the land that shaped me and to honour the example of those who came before me.

But the truth is… the past is not always gentle.

The controversial events that touched my family and eventually cast a shadow over my parents’ legacy has never been easy to carry. Their story which was once a story of dedication, sacrifice, and hope became entangled with things far beyond their true character. However although I know the heart they had, and the intentions they lived by, the weight of that history has often felt too heavy, too loud, and too overbearing for anyone genuinely trying to walk a sincere path in public service.

I have spent years wrestling with that inner conflict and the conscience that says “serve” and the reality that says “your family name has already been used, twisted, and misunderstood.” Eventually, I had to accept something difficult that sometimes the world doesn’t allow you to continue a legacy in the same form. Sometimes honouring those who came before you means choosing a different road.

So I have made peace with stepping away from politics and the public space, not out of fear or defeat, but out of clarity. I have decided to direct my energy into other forms of service and  work that still strengthens our communities, empowers our people, and contributes to the socioeconomic development of our beloved Zimbabwe… but without the noise, without the suspicion, and without the political baggage that can suffocate genuine intention.

I believe service is not limited to holding office or speaking on stages. Service can be felt in building families, in farming the land, in creating jobs, in empowering young people, in protecting our history, and in planting seeds of generational wealth and identity.

And that is the journey I am on.

I may not serve in the way many expected, but I am serving in the way that feels most honest to my spirit and most respectful of the complex history I carry. And perhaps, in its own quiet way, this path too will honour my parents and not by repeating their footsteps, but by continuing their values of dignity, purpose, community, and the courage to do good even when no one is clapping.

If my story resonates with anyone carrying the weight of a complicated family past, please  may you also find peace in choosing the path that builds you, not the one that breaks you.