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My Motherland, My Zimbabwe by Rutendo Wazara

When Kay and Thandie first asked me to write about Zimbabwe, I was excited, proud even, to share my love for my country and my people. Though my excitement soon turned to dread as I thought, “how can I do justice to a country that I had not lived in for fifteen years?”. 

Similarly to Thandie, my father’s job took our family away from Zimbabwe when I was young. We lived in Botswana, Nigeria and eventually settled in South Africa. I have lived most of my life outside of Zimbabwe yet have never felt that Zimbabwe was too far from me. My mother, my aunts and the women in my life passed down Zimbabwe through practice and creed. My identity as a Zimbabwean woman is a reflection of these women, who represented to me an ideal of exceptional Zimbabwean womanhood.

Family is so important to a Zimbabwean and our understanding of it is limitless. I was always surrounded by cousins, aunts, uncles, and people of whom I am still unsure of our relation. I learnt from my mother that the most important people in your life are your family, a value I have come to make my own.

slide1For myself, my aunts are never ‘auntie’ but ‘mamma’.

In the Shona language, the words we have for ‘aunt directly translate as ‘older mother’ or ‘younger mother’, depending on their relation to your parents. In many senses, besides etymology, they are an extension of your mother. The English word ‘aunt’ does not truly reflect the deepness of the connection.

And it is from all my mothers that I learnt what it is to be a successful woman.

They set an inspiring example as entrepreneurs, distinguished intellectuals, and pillars of their respective communities. More than anything, however, their love for each other proves that an African woman can have it all- without tearing down other women or compromising her integrity- we all could benefit from learning that.

My mother was an actress, teacher, pastor, and scholar. She particularly was responsible for teaching me what it meant to take pride in where I came from. She read me stories of great Zimbabwean activists before bedtime, and told me to be myself, that for my ‘Zimbabweaness’ alone I was already unique. She encouraged me to express my heritage in my writing, art, style, and even in my research-to become a walking articulation of where I come from.

My ‘grandmothers’ are also to me more than what this term denotes. As with ‘aunts’, your grandparents’ siblings are also your grandparents, extending you familial system to your great-aunts and great-uncles and beyond and my grandmothers played a practical role in teaching me what it means to be a Shona woman. Gogo Wazara, my father’s mother, handed down to me a proficiency in sweeping and bed making and the gift of storytelling. My maternal grandmother, Gogo Esther, taught me the skill of conversation and the integral art of tea making.

I was fortunate enough to know all four of my great grandmothers and I know what I mean when I say that there is wealth in knowledge. Their collective life experience is a rich volume of Zimbabwean history including a tumultuous civil war and the story of our liberation. While their struggle may always remain a mystery to me, that they were able to see generations of their family, the fruit of their labour for freedom, makes my heart swell with love and humility.

There is a temptation to be insecure about the fact that I have been so long away from Zimbabwe but I was brought up to know that Zimbabweans carry our country with us and we share it with others. I am Zimbabwean because of the instruction, guidance and nurturing of those who call me their own and who I call mine.

Rutendo Wazara is currently studying a PhD in Elephant Behaviour and Welfare and working at a career in Veterinary Conservation. Follow her Instagram here and Twitter here


Hope. By Rutendo Wazara

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Rudendo WazaraI met aspiring 24 year-old wildlife conservationist Rutendo via her sister Tadiwa, who has both modelled and written for us at ThandieKay (see her Loving post here). As soon as she told me about her love of animals (she is currently an ‘elephant behaviourist’), I knew we had to have her write for us! Rutendo and Tadiwa were both raised in Zimbabwe.

Lately, the idea of black identity has been a very relevant point of discussion in social media.

Cicely Tyson, the first actress to ever wear cornrows on a TV show

Cicely Tyson, the first actress to ever wear cornrows on a TV show

My news feeds have been filled with articles like Amanda Stenburg’s “Don’t Cash Crop My Cornrows”, – a video in which the actress discusses the ‘cultural appropriation‘ of black hairstyles by high fashion. Most recently, Jada Pinkett Smith’s call to boycott the Oscars.

And even more recently, the Emmy Award-winning comedy show Black-ish, starring Tracee Ellis Ross, Anthony Anderson and Laurence Fishurne, tackled the very important Black Lives Matter movement.

The episode titled ‘Hope’, written by the show’s writer Kenya Barris, focuses on the reactions of the Johnson family as they follow a news report of a shooting of a young, unarmed African American teen by the police. The social commentary of this particular episode puts a spotlight on what the African American community is facing today. Black-ish 'Hope' episode.

More importantly it highlights how even within a single family, many views pertaining to racial equality and identity exist. Whilst the older family members in the show relive very brutal and hostile encounters with the police, dating back to the unrest during the Civil Rights Movement, the younger members of the family are still innocent to the racial divide.

The main question that the family brings up in their conversations is that, “In 2016, even with a black president in office, are we equal? Or should we accept that this is our reality and we will always have to struggle?” This resonated with me.


Rutenda Wazara with her Mum & Dad

Rutendo with her Mum & Dad

In Zimbabwe, children born after the Struggle for Independence are called “born-frees”. I am a Born-Free. Meaning that I am part of the first generation born after the abolition of segregation in Zimbabwe.

Let that sink in for a minute – a whole generation has not yet passed since the end of racial segregation in Southern Africa and it’s 2016.

My own family’s history is full of stories of the “struggle”: my maternal grandmother and her brothers were active freedom fighters, smuggling Intel and supplies for the cause. My paternal grandfather, a catholic priest, was assassinated in a landmine explosion for promoting peaceful protests. Leaving my widowed grandmother to not only raise my father and his siblings alone, but to also foster the children of exiled South African freedom fighters.

In a newly independent Zimbabwe, my mother engaged parliament to guard the rights of women and children. And my father found his calling improving the infrastructure and technology of underdeveloped African countries.

Knowing how deeply rooted the Freedom Fight is in my family’s history, Black-ish’s episode resonated with me deeply, because despite the war my family fought, I was never taught to hate “the White Man”, or any other race for that matter. In fact, my parents encouraged us to be global citizens.

Whether it was moving us to different countries around Africa, sending us to international schools, or touring exotic countries, my parents wanted us to learn how to love our African identity whilst loving the uniqueness of others.

Sisterhood! Tadiwa, Rutendo & Ishevanesu Wazara

Sisterhood! Tadiwa, Rutendo & Ishevanesu Wazara

Growing up in South Africa, it was hard to be oblivious to the issue of race, and our parents never wanted us to be naive, but they made sure we never navigated racial identity with bitterness and anger.

The Outsider

It was only when I moved to the United Kingdom for university that I began to feel uncomfortable in my own skin. It was only then that I felt ‘black’. Don’t get me wrong, the racial tensions in South Africa are still very profound, but when I came here it was the first time that the colour of my skin was a barrier. Even though British universities can be fairly diverse with students from all corners of the country and the globe, higher education does come with certain socio-economic and cultural privileges.

My vet school was situated on the university’s agricultural campus about 30 minutes outside of town in the country side, and it unfortunately was not as diverse as the city campus. Going to an international high school, being the “token black” girl did not mean very much because I was surrounded by so many other ethnicities; but when I started university, I stuck out like a sore thumb and I was not the only one conscious of it.

In first year, I remember that everyone knew who I was because I was one of two black girls in a class of 120 – fair enough. I knew this was different, however, when we were told to get into groups during our first animal handling practical. I will never forget the look in one girl’s eyes as she tried to assess if she really wanted the burden of having the black girl in her group.

And as the years passed she wouldn’t be the only person to hesitate before speaking to me as they wondered if they could relate to me and my blackness. It’s as if becoming an adult turned the switch to how people saw me.

Rutendo with her brother Izwirashe and her father Zachary

Rutendo with her brother Izwirashe and her father Zachary

A couple of years ago, our family went on a safari holiday in South Africa. One morning, as we enjoying our complementary teas before our game drive, a man (whose ethnicity I don’t remember) began to get frustrated because he could not find the sugar, and he proceeded to demand that my father tell him why there was no sugar on the table. My dad calmly ignored the man as he continued to vent his frustration toward my father – because of course, he thought my father worked there. This man was only silenced by his own embarrassment when he saw my father get onto the safari truck to join the rest of our family. Unfortunately, this man’s assumptions about race blinded him from realising that my father was not part of the hotel staff, nor did he even look remotely dressed like hotel staff. In the truck my father just shook his head and calmly said, “The sad thing is, even if I owned this hotel, he still would have treated me like a worker.” This broke my heart, because for once I knew what he meant.

‘Black Excellence’

I have an honours degree in Veterinary Medicals Sciences, a Masters in Veterinary Science and I am currently working through my PhD. Even with multiple letters after my name, the colour of my skin makes people sceptical of my capabilities. Not all people, but where it has mattered the most, often the thing that has come between me and a goal is the colour of my skin.Black Schoolgirl

I remember when I got a C+ in a pre-algebra in middle school, my mother gave me the scorning of the century. She told me that as a black woman, I could not afford to fail, because there are people who will be expecting me to fail before I even open my mouth, just because of the shade of my skin.

Her words still sit with me.

Her words make me ask the same question asked in Black-ish: If I will still be profiled and treated like less than an equal, then what is the point? In the UK there is still a pay gap between black and white graduates employed after university – black graduates with the same qualifications as white graduates receive 14% less in wages. What is the point?

Does ‘Black Excellence’ exist if it will never measure up? Will I be taken seriously as a scientist or will people be more interested in touching my afro? Is there hope?

Yes, there is. Although in the history of the modern world, our progress was stunted by oppression and discrimination, we are far from disqualified.

Our grandparents fought for freedom, our parents fought for a better life, we’re fighting against stereotypes and future generations will continue to fight until true equality is achieved.

Yes, the frustration is real (it’s 2016 for goodness sake) but our load is MUCH lighter than those before us.

Finally, our differences.

Does this mean I’m anti-white? Definitely not! Celebrating and promoting your heritage should not come at the cost of others. Growing up in different countries has taught me to appreciate diversity and to embrace the uniqueness the world holds. And I am a strong believer that we should all be free to celebrate our different races and ethnicities without stereotyping or offending others.Rutendo Wazara

It is easy to be bitter when we compare ourselves to other women or to other races; but I believe that true pride in your own identity happens when you can look at someone and say, “Hey, we may not look the same or act the same, and we have different achievements, BUT we are both beautiful.” And this what pushes me to strive for racial equality, this is what give me hope. I’m not hoping for a world where people “don’t see colour”, rather, I am hoping for a world where when I see the colour of your skin or you see mine, our minds do immediately run through a million reasons why we won’t relate. Instead we begin to see the beauty of each others uniqueness, which then draws us to want to know more about each other. We begin to see each other in a different, purer light where colour is radiant and heritage is illuminate; and where the spectrum is more beautiful than a single colour.

And that gives me hope.

Rutendo Wazara has a degree in Veterinary Medical Sciences from the University of Nottingham, and is currently working on her PhD research on elephant social welfare with Chester Zoo and the University of Liverpool. In the future, Rutendo hopes to help spearhead wildlife conservation efforts both in captivity and in the field. She is also passionate about empowering people and hopes to give communities and countries, especially her home country of Zimbabwe, a voice on the global stage of wildlife and environmental conservation.

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