Home Sweet Home

17. January 2015 Love 12

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Anyone who knows me knows how much I love going back to Zim. We pretty much go home every year (notice how i still refer to it as home). To be honest, if it came to it, Tapi and I would probably sell our own kidneys to buy our flights home. That’s how much we love it. There’s just something about that familiarity. Seeing your old neighbourhood again, that “home” smell as soon as you walk into your house, the first hugs and seeing the happiness in your parent’s faces, catching up with friends, laughing at how and when life got so serious, reminiscing about high school. The family, the people that know the real you. Where you feel safe and accepted and you can be 100% Mati. I don’t know. It’s just home.

The best part of our trip this year is that we got to celebrate our three year Wedding Anniversary in Zim. What made it more special was the fact that we were back where it all started. Where we fell in love, at his house, that New Year’s Eve six years ago. You know I like to set to the scene: A friend had dragged me to Tapi’s house to get tickets for his New Year’s Eve Party. I mean, I knew Tapi from high school days but I hadn’t seen him in years and I wasn’t about to just rock up at his house, but this friend of mine insisted we go, so I finally agreed, but I had decided i was not going to come out of the car. So I parked and let my friend go in. Two minutes later, who walks out? Tapi. Distracted by that massive smile of his and before I could even duck into the seat, he came to the car window. “What are you doing in the car, please come out, you can’t sit in the car.” Geez!! So I got out and he led me into the house. A house full of guys…apa I wasn’t even looking nyatso dope. I could’ve died of embarrassment. Anyway, the worst part is that he led me straight to his MOM. Who does that? So he introduces me as Mati and immediately she’s like “Uri mwana wa Mai na Baba Kachere?” (Another thing I love about Zim, it’s such a small place, everyone knows everyone especially the parents). As she said that, my mind went into overdrive. If she knows my parents, that means they know her. Her son is having a party tonight. That means, I could ACTUALLY ask to go to a New Year’s Eve party…And they MIGHT actually say yes, because they know his parents…From CHURCH…SCOREEEEEEEEEE. It’s a definite yes!

To celebrate our anniversary we headed to Vic falls. I had been before when I was younger, but Tapi hadn’t been before, so it was just amazing to be able to share this experience with him. This time I was able to appreciate just how incredible our country is, the natural beauty and the richness of our culture, our history and to see how far we have come as a nation. I realised that sometimes we focus too much on the struggle instead of just appreciating the journey,  what we have and how far we have come. My get up for the day. Dressed for the rain showers and the heat. A light chiffon cover-up, very easy to dry when wet, some cute trainers for the walk ,short shorts to keep cool, a floppy hat to keep my face and shoulders protected from the sun and my biggest accesorry this summer, waist length senegalese twists to keep my hair protected..and on point.

So, that’s how it all began. I know ya’ll want to hear the rest of the story, but I think we’ll save it for another day. But in summary. They said yes, I went to the party, we danced, we talked, we held hands, and then we got married.


12 thoughts on “Home Sweet Home”

  • 1
    L'entendre on January 27, 2015 Reply

    Haha thanks Bapa! You and lady C are also a match made in heaven!! 😊

  • 2
    Anonymous on January 19, 2015 Reply

    Hi.

    This is truly home away from home. Home is where the heart is. Your hearts are in Australia and Zimbabwe. Lady M and the photographer are a match made in heaven.
    Stay blessed.

    Bapa.

  • 3
    L'entendre on January 19, 2015 Reply

    Ohhhh did it now 😊 glad i could make you smile!! Thank you

  • 4
    Anonymous on January 19, 2015 Reply

    This made me smile- like all over.

  • 5
    Kumbi on January 19, 2015 Reply

    I love this Mati ! I can imagine it all and it sounds so very you and tapi – I love how you write ☺️☺️

    • 6
      L'entendre on January 19, 2015 Reply

      Aww Thanks Kumbi! Lol at sounding very Me and Tapi.

  • 7
    Thelma on January 18, 2015 Reply

    You and Tapi’s story is simply beautiful! Ndinokulavhai vanhu two imimi :).

    Mati, you are effortlessly beautiful. It doesn’t matter what you are wearing, you are just gorgeus (inside and out by the way)! You effortless go from couture looks to the girl next door, and it’s just wonderful!

    Wish, I could have seen you guys this time around, but yawl landed in Jo’burg after I had left. Next time. As always, I am excited to see what you have for us in 2015!

    • 8
      L'entendre on January 18, 2015 Reply

      Thelma! You are too generous with those kind words. Thank you , thank you for being so supportive through this journey! YOU are absolutly stunning inside and out! I saw on insta kuti you were also in jozi. I think we just missed each other, ticha nyatso plana! (Plan) 😊 thank you again, 2015 is YOUR year! Go get it girl.

  • 9
    stylishaffairs on January 17, 2015 Reply

    Haha I love the story and the look. How I wish to visit Zimbabwe for the Victoria Falls. Maybe one day. The last piv reminds me of a Senegalese (or is Malian?) dancer I saw on TV who had those long braids and shaking it like she knew how.

    • 10
      L'entendre on January 18, 2015 Reply

      You MUST visit Zim! We need to visit more African countries as Africans and just support our tourism! Lol @ the senegalese booty shaker! ☺️

  • 11
    Colleen on January 17, 2015 Reply

    ” sometimes we focus too much on the struggle instead of just appreciating the journey, what we have and how far we have come” so true ! Welcome back guys and Happy 2015 🙂

    • 12
      L'entendre on January 17, 2015 Reply

      Thanks Coco!! Happy 2015 to you too! Looking forward to catching up soon. Xx

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