As it was, being a Zimbabwean immigrant was the worst thing a person could be in Southern Africa. They were the new Hebrews – homeless.

Besides God, there is no glory above coming from humble beginnings, from sleeping under a porous grass thatched mud hut to rising above and beyond tabernacles of greatness

A Motswana in Zambia or Zimbabwe was referred to as gwerekwere and so was a Zimbabwean or Zambian in Botswana. Post-colonialism tragedy.

We are relatives at the village and yet we become strangers in the city

I am the Mud Hut I Grew Upon

The biggest life change any man would ever experience was the ending of it.

Everyone has more choices than they are made to believe.

Your smile is a messenger of your goodwill.

Your curiosity is your growth point. Always.

The smallest of disciplines, practiced every day, start an incredible process that can change our lives forever.

Successful people make right decisions early and manage those decisions daily.

I'm not really playing for the money, ... I just want to go out there and have fun. I really missed it so much last year.

Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable.

We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?

At what age do you think it's appropriate to tell a highway it's adopted?