My Journey

Hailing from Zuze in Rusape; only daughter to my parents, I have three brothers. The feminists would applaud me for exercising my body rights in deciding to be a sole mother when I found myself pregnant a couple of years back. Traditionalists and conservatives would ridicule me for having the child out of wedlock. “Mvana” we are called, with all its derogatory connotations. Despite the subtle stigma in places, downright hostility in others, I wake up daily, kiss the little soul that makes life worthwhile, and make a plan for her. Single mothers face economic disempowerment in Zimbabwe, like other women. What separates us is having a child or two, depending entirely on us for everything, with hardly any support from anyone. With a colleague, we started Maid Service Zimbabwe to help train and place maids, to try and mitigate the economic burden for women, some of which are sole mothers. This service is supported by women who employ maids we train. I am moved to reach out and start support groups for sole mothers. A network of women from different professions can make this a reality .I am passionate at what I do, that is half the battle won.