I didn't meet my Mum face to face until I was 17 years old. When I was 2, she left to go to the US so that she could support us, as there were no jobs in Zimbabwe. As she and my father had already separated, my sisters and I lived with my aunt.
Then, when I was 11, my aunt passed away. I remember thinking at that time that I wished I could be with my Mum, but if she had come back to Zimbabwe, she wouldn’t have had a job, and my siblings and my cousins . . .