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I am taken back by the quote, “to leave home is to break your own heart”.  
I recently got back from home. It has been close to six years living in a foreign land. My body is here but my soul and mind are still in Zim. I am kind of finding it hard to adjust. Funny right? I find myself daydreaming about the beautiful moments I had. It was a short time, but every moment was beautiful including the fights with my little sister. 

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I remember talking to this guy telling him that bird tweets woke me up, unlike in German where your problems wake you up before the alarm. You have to be even grateful if you fall asleep. The weather was just constant and perfect every day. The sun cast a luminescent glow at night we had full moons and stars were remote pinpricks. Around 17:00 I would take the dogs for a walk; the last rays of sun skimmed the surface. Nothing brings me joy like watching the sun sinking towards the horizon, the pitiless white ball now an angry orange.  

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I said so much about the weather my greatest highlight was seeing my parents and my two siblings in good spirits and finally visiting my sisters resting place. I managed to visit most of my relatives, I was always on the road. On Sunday I went to church, it felt good seeing everyone. Singing Shona hymns and just hearing the sermon in your mother’s tongue. And to finally giving the testimony of Gods goodness in my life.  
I went to the city one afternoon; nothing is crazier like walking down the streets of Harare. There is chatter between sellers and buyers, Hwindis spitting vulgar words like its normal. Its busy for sure but the hustle and bustle brings life to this city. I loved the vibe and energy. I had missed walking down the street without being stared at.

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I might have left home but I carried the memories with me. Surely there is no place like home.

The sun, the moon and the stars.

I don’t even know where to begin, because everything is wrapped up in the little things. The bouquet of flowers, the calls and texts beginning of the week, the little visits and sleep overs. You have made my life much easier. I never had friends growing up. Thank you for sharing life’s joys and pains with me. I see it all and I am very grateful. I love you to the moon and back.  

To a forever “friendship”.  

Big Bang Theory

What makes you laugh?

BBT I love this show, I like Sheldon’s response and Raj’ love life. I am currently watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S and The Office. My sense of humour is up there. I will be laughing out loud at them TV jokes. I binge watch funny TikTok videos and memes.

Another thing that makes me laugh is how Chimamanda or Nigerian authors throw in some humour in their writing. I am currently reading The thing around your neck at some point she was describing a man’s face and she wrote that God created this man’s face and then sticked it to the wall or something. I laughed so hard. It was hilarious.

Compliments on character

What was the best compliment you’ve received?

People always tell me that I am kind. It’s hard to take the compliment sometimes because I believe everyone should be kind. Why do you have to be mean? The world is messed up and scary, you might be standing next to someone grieving or suicidal the least we can do is to be kind to each other.

Most of my patients always talks about me having a good aura; When I first heard it I thought I got lost in the translation. I didn’t know anything about having a good aura until then.

I treasure compliments on personality over looks .I find them genuine. I have a feeling that people over-compliment how I look. I know I am pretty and all😌😹

People have less control over their looks. A personality or character is something you develop and work on. Let this be a beautiful day Go compliment someone.

An angel in Scrubs

Do you enjoy your job?

mmmm yeah I do , I absolutely love doing what I do. I will not sugarcoat it, my job is hard, it’s exhausting and it takes all of you. The shifts aren’t constant you pay with Circadian rhythm disorders. But I go home with a full heart knowing one life has breathed easier because of me.

The rooftop is my favourite place, I don’t get it because I suffer from extreme acrophobia. I usually go there to breathe or to quick mourn a loss of a patient. It’s peaceful on top I get to see the city and all the tall buildings, makes me feel like I have it all under control.

Angel in Scrubs

Plaiting my own hair

What is the last thing you learned?

I am very proud of myself. The braids weren’t plaited perfectly but they looked nice. My make up was okay for someone new to this.

It’s been a month and I am about to remove them and let my afro breath . I used to be jealous of the girls that plaited their own hair and did their make up . But I am one of them now or almost and I am so happy.

Talk about the pain that comes with bending and trying to plait the back of your head. But it is worthy it because I get to have the chance to bond with me,catch up on my favourite podcasts, documentaries and sermons. A good and fruitful 7 hour session.

Veni Vidi Vici

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

I came I saw I conquered

A Latin quote from Julius Caesar. Life has been giving me K.O’s but here I am still standing. Not everyone suffers loudly. When Caesar made that statement he was cementing his legacy, making room. My greatest fear happened in 2020 I can’t speak for the future but I can boldly say, I will get over it and like air I will rise.