
29/04/2025
You'll see me selling bananas at Makunike, or expanding our fields in Samanga.
You’ll find me hustling in Hauna, trading vegetables and tomatoes at Bvuma.
You’ll catch me clearing waterways in Duru or herding cattle in Gatsi.
You’ll spot me cycling to Mahwemasike, or hiking the paths to Ngarura and Rupinda.
Look closely — I am there.
My catapults hang from my neck.
My gumboots are a little oversized, just like my t-shirts. They were passed on to me by a brother from another mother...
I sing a song whose lyrics I don’t know, but that won’t stop me.
You can’t miss me.
Honde Valley lives in me.
I dive into the river from Pungwe Bridge.
I am Honde Valley.
I document Honde Valley.
Listen when I speak.
Read when I write.
I have no other home.
Though I have travelled far, I have known no other place.
The road that leads me home is engraved in my heart.
I am Sagambe.
Chisuko. Chavhanga.
Muriri. St. Peters Mandeya. Jombe.
Katiyo. Chikomba. Sahumani.
Samaringa. Samutete. Murara.
Muparutsa. Bengo. Zindi.
Chiwira. Pachidye. Mapureti.
Kwambana. Muterere. Duru...
I am Mapokana.
I am Honde Valley.
Honde Valley is here - in me.