If you’re happy about something, you can easily be unhappy about that same thing, but when you are at peace, nothing can sway the way you feel about it.
Peace. A five-letter word that theoretically requires so little, yet realistically demands so much. Considering my circumstances, it is a wonder how I’ve achieved a semblance of peace so early in my career…
My Crystal Stair started at 4AM in my hometown of Chinhoyi, Zimbabwe as I tended the seemingly endless kilometers of maize crop and livestock that roamed freely on my family’s farm. I had to take responsibility from a very young age; for me, everything had to be done on time; one delay could ruin an entire seasons’ worth of crops, and no crops meant no money. After tending the fields, I would help my grandfather run a bottle shop in central Chinhoyi, where I honed my accounting and customer service skills.
But my struggle for Peace was only beginning.
My mother left for the UK when I was 4. I haven’t physically seen her since.
Behind that Peace, there’s pain. It’s been tough. A mother’s love is so important in the development of a child and the traits that show in a person, but not having her there doesn’t mean that I am without her love, and I speak to her all the time. She always ends our calls with ‘Be a good boy’”.
I liken an absent mother to a malnutrition of sorts. Usually someone who is raised by their father is a little rough around the edges, doesn’t treat women well, is unkind, and a little more skeptical of people in general.
Now as a self-proclaimed farmer – turned – junior finance major at Howard University I’ve used my experiential business knowledge to discuss emerging market finance and sustainable agriculture at top firms including
And mom? If you’re reading this…I’ll see you very, very soon.