I fell along Samora Machel...

I fell today, smack on the ground along Samora Machel Avenue during lunch hour…

So there I was walking from the bank, in my not long but not too short working girl dress and cute nude kitten heels feeling quite good about myself. Today I was fortunate enough to have received USB50 (50 US Bond) in $1 coins. That’s when it happened, one of my heels got caught in a crack in the paving and down we went, my coins and I.

Before I can continue with the story of the fall, I want to send a huge shout out to my wig supplier, because despite my little tiff with gravity my hair stayed intact *insert slow clap* If it had fallen I could easily have become an unpaid model in a wig malfunction meme.

I also want to send a shout out to my mother, my mother taught me to always wear good underwear *insert another slow clap*. I was wearing a dress, I don’t need to justify this shout out.

Back to the actually fall, lately I have been feeling quite depressed about my country and the state it is in, particularly the lives that were lost in last week’s post-election shooting. My fall came at the right time because what happened when I fell reminded me about the true nature of Zimbabweans.

One man picked up the coins and handed them to me.

One woman used her wrap (zambia) to wipe my dusty leg.

One woman asked if I feeling sick or if I had just tripped.

One woman patted my on the back and said sorry my child (sorry mwanangu).

One man asked if I could walk.

I was reminded about the warmth of my fellow citizens; we are a kind and gentle people.

I know people will always say Zimbabwe ndeye ropa (Zimbabwe is Blood) but I prefer to say Zimbabwe ndeye rudo (Zimbabwe is love)…

Bruised