My husband and I both came to Australia as teenagers and we joke about how the only time we feel like we belong somewhere is when we fly over an ocean, because although we belong in two worlds - Zimbabwe and Australia, we also feel we don’t belong to either.
My last visit to Zimbabwe, I was overwhelmed because I couldn’t remember how to do a lot of things as an African. For example, some of the food I would have grown up eating, I couldn’t eat anymore. On the other hand, when I come . . .