We have begun our journey with the beautiful young women of Zimbabwe.
We are only on week two and already it feels like we have been travelling together for eons.
We include here a poem by Rufaro which was her harvest of our first week and of our collective clarity of why we are here:
Why am I here?
I hear voices from left right centre back front asking me ‘Why are you here?’
Why am I here – I ask the question back at myself.
Don’t look at me cross eyed
Its not like I am dumb or something
I’m trying to figure out why am I here
Why didn’t my mother abort me as a pregnancy
Why did she hold me in her arms and whisper sweet words
Words that bring tears to my eyes when you think of them
I ask myself again – why am I here
I will tell you:
I am here to know myself
To appreciate myself
So its okay if you don’t love me,
I will love me better than anyone else.
I am here to find courage to be me, to go deeper in myself
You dare ask me Why am I here?
I will answer you:
I am here to stand for myself
To find my voice, wherever it has gone
To find my centre
To face the difficulties and not to run from them
I am here to be free
To scream freedom
I am here to find my dream which I had lost
I am here to transform and to be transformational
I am here to claim power but not to war with anyone
I am here to stand with other women
I am here to unlearn the toxic information that has been handed down from generation to generation
I am here to emancipate myself from mental slavery
I am here to stand together to walk the journey with other women
I am here because I want to be here
I am here because I am here
So don’t look at me cross-eyed
I am here because I am a gift