I am that Zim chick …
Who went to kingfisher nursery school , the one down the road from Lewisam School, across from the fire station in Greendale. I am that Zim chick who wore those green bubbles with pride, from grade one always a Chisi chick. I am that Zim chick that played all sport till I had to make that crucial decision…I chose Basketball because it was it was cooler and I had to stick with my clique. Yes, I am that Zim chick that had a clique, we rolled deep. Saturday afternoon at Scoop Avondale , Spring Fair, Cotco…not a single outfit repeated ( rigs in rotation). I am that Zim chick who they called a “Mu nose” (wannabe posh accent) , but if you had my grade 3 teacher Mrs Fogarty you would understand why we spoke like that. We were being prepared for today, when they consistently ask me why I speak such good English. I am that Zim chick who was part of the debate team and a member of the Chisipite Toastmasters Society… But I am also STILL that Zim chick that starts most of her sentences with ” Eish” and abuses the world “daije” and “Bra” …I am that Zim chick .
I am also that Zim chick who was expected to cook at home and help with cleaning on the weekend when Mai Royi went on leave. I am that Zim chick who went kumusha with the rents (parents) at least once a month and missed out on THE party of the year. I am that Zim chick who’s Dad used to insist on calling the parents of whoever’s party I wanted to go to. I am that Zim chick who got tired of asking to go out and being told no and decided to let herself out.. Till she bum dialled the landline at 3 a.m. …never again. (Inbox me if you want to know how it went down)!
I am that Zim chick who used to run away from visitors because
- a) I didn’t want to say “Makadini henyu”
b) I could never really remember the difference between Baba’Mukuru and Baba’Munini, or Hanzvadzi and Muningina.
I am that Zim chick who married THAT St Georges guy. The soccer captain, the one who would smile at me during church. The one who paid lobola…The one I cook for… and bring a bowl of water for him to wash his hands… … ok… jokes… but I’m working on the water thing!!!
I am grateful for it all. That I get to call Zimbabwe my home. That I have that heritage and such a strong culture. I wouldn’t change a thing. She is grown but she will always be that Zim chick.