To My Beautiful, Lost 30-year-old
by Everjoice J Win, Mail & Guardian, South Africa -I was 15 when you came into being. We “grew up” together, you and I. I was very young during the liberation struggle, so I did not quite understand what April 18 1980 really meant. But I was old enough to appreciate that something seismic had happened. The euphoria among the people was palpable. The adults could not contain themselves. The music made us all giddy: “Mauya, mauya comrade, mauya tongai Zimbabwe!” (welcome back comrade, it’s your time to lead Zimbabwe).

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