I went to Zimbabwe during the time when it became a little harder to keep working for my company with no clients. We were all victims of Covid-19. Somehow it made a lot of us realise that we came from somewhere. I have always stayed grounded within my African, Zimbabwean culture, so the possibility for me to travel meant going to Zimbabwe to visit the family I had been separated from for such a long time. I remember vivid memories of growing up in the village with very little, and constantly being considered poor.
The fact that we grew everything we ate, or ate straight from the wild, didn’t mean we were poor. It’s only now that people are reappreciating this part of growing up with little but very crucial for our health.
I cannot imagine or accept someone who wakes up every now and then to visit a gym class to lose weight or stay fit, or to coach me about diet, when I grew up in an environment where people lived organically.
Can you imagine being told that everything you are or consist of is poor or poverty, until you do it differently?
A lot of people who remember know that I had gained a lot of unexplainable weight, despite considering myself to be eating consciously and healthily. I also somehow knew that the food considered “organic” here was not fully organic, as it’s grown without full sunshine or wind.
During my stay in Zimbabwe, my focus became organic throughout. I didn’t follow any weight-loss program or diet, and I didn’t need to live close to a supermarket to buy products that could help me lose weight.
All I did was wake up early in the morning, work in the garden, and plant vegetables. I didn’t consume excess meat — not even by force, because I have goats and chickens that are also multiplying, so they cannot be eaten every month or week. Which means we do not over-consume meat to the extent that Western countries do.
