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  • Never can one choose where they are born,
    One find's himself planted in the soil his parents choose to grow their lives & families.
    I was born in Bulawayo planted in the land of my mother's people.
    I was transplanted to Harare, the land of my father's people.
    My roots were firmly planted in the rich soils of Zimbabwe.

    Zimbabwe is a rich country, full of enormous wealth beyond the things some fight for, power, money, land and minerals.
    Zimbabwe's wealth is found in its people , its culture and history.
    Zimbabwe's history is celebrated today as many of its children farflung across many continents remember the day of its independence.

    My letter to my country is that despite its current complex, difficult, frustrating and disappointing reality,
    Its past, its present and its future will hold a special place to my heart.

    A Letter to My Country...Zimbabwe...Love Always.
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