Psalms 137: 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
Even though the ears may not hear your voice when speaking, even though the eyes may not see you as mere mortals, but our hearts acknowledges your existence God🙏🏻
Of cause, home is where you’re, but I told myself that back home, there should a decent, cheap and easy to maintain place of stay. If you fail to acquire land in towns, do it paruzevha pako.
Probably hakutorina dzimba dzacho. A tale of my experience.
Ngativakei misha varume. A family McDonald’s meal cost can buy x 2 bags of superset cement
@DillenMasawi@The_Tonga_Queen How could these services reach our people in the villages like Chiendambuya, Nyamusosa, Pfumoiguru? Vana vapera kumamisha uko and it’s really sad
Imagine having a dream to migrate overseas, before you even knew how to send an email. 😅
In 2001, as I prepared to leave Zimbabwe, I had never touched a computer in my life.
No email address.
No Google.
No Yahoo.
No Hotmail.
To be honest, I probably thought a mouse was something that lived behind the fridge. 🐭
I had the dream. I had the motivation. But dreams alone don’t fill out migration forms.
I needed to connect with the outside world.
I tried the local internet café. Big mistake.
The internet was slower than a Harare kombi waiting to fill the last seat. By the time a page loaded, I had forgotten why I opened it in the first place. 😂
Then word reached some well-wishers who had watched me running around like a man chasing WiFi before WiFi existed.
They referred me to Mr Hove.
At his house, there was already a queue of people using his internet service. We paid by the hour and waited our turn.
My first assignment?
Open an email account.
That’s when 7-year-old Diana Hove became my IT consultant.
Picture this:
A grown man with migration dreams bigger than Mount Everest being taught how to type by a primary school child. 😭
I typed with one finger.
Diana sat beside me pointing at keys.
My eyes were looking at the keyboard.
My fingers were looking for directions.
Nothing was working together.
I could see the frustration in her face, but she never gave up on me.
For days she patiently coached me until I graduated from “one-finger specialist” to “slightly faster one-finger specialist.”
Some months I couldn’t even afford the internet fees.
So I negotiated with Mr Hove to pay later.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was probably the first person in Zimbabwe to buy internet on lay-by. 🤣
Looking back, those were my humble migration beginnings.
Today, the same guy who couldn’t type an email coordinates major construction projects, works with sophisticated engineering software across multiple screens, collaborates with highly educated professionals, and is often consulted as a subject matter expert.
Life can change dramatically.
Never underestimate the power of small daily steps.
Your current situation is not your final destination.
Keep chasing that dream.
Keep learning.
Keep showing up.
One day you’ll tell a story that sounds impossible to the version of you that’s struggling today.
And by the way…
I often wonder where little Diana Hove is today.
If she sees this, I owe her a huge thank you. ❤️
What’s one skill you struggled with at first but later became good at?
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The biggest regret i have so far in my life is one, I spent years propping up politics instead of making my REFRIGERATION & AIRCONDITIONING hustle MORE VISIBLE and i had i done so earlier we could be affording holidays with Magumbo in areas like Vumba or even Seychelles.
@NdimloUnathi Being untouchable is a 2 way street. Both sides should have boundaries. Mukuwasha munhuwo. None should be abusive in the name of being untouchable, none.
@chirembaPT She’s just too much honestly. Munhu dzidza kuvhara muromo. My high school friend’s mum would’ve said, “iti vhuruvata sesheshe iri pamazai! Tindima; chipfuva chakazara furo.”