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A Journey through Quicksand Must Be Travelled with Another


In thinking about the title of this article, I dug into the deeper recesses of my cultural upbringing and the lessons I had learned from Elders when I was growing up in Zimbabwe, Southern Africa. Our small house in the capital city was often teeming with relatives who would come from the rural village looking for work and opportunities. Even as I recount in my memoir, Nhaka Yenyu: Your Inheritance, our own life in the city was devoid of luxury; we would survive on a single meal a day, work the fields at an early age and assume adult responsibility (Makokoro, 2024).



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Makokoro, P. (2026) A Journey through Quicksand Must Be Travelled with Another. Exchange Press

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