Why are we who we are? This is an old thought remastered, that takes me straight back to where I began.
Zimbabwe
A young man, a stranger, asked me about identity, about my identity as a Zimbabwean. His question made me think…am I Zimbabwean?
The further I travel the more elusive the idea of ‘belonging’ becomes, and the more urgent the need for ‘identity’.
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