Confessions of a libra

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12.01.26

There’s a peace that comes after you listen to your intuition, and feel rewarded by the fruits of your labour. Too many women in the modern age have been trained and socialised to override their intuition in favour of the logic brain. Something I have already discussed ad nauseam on this blog. My spirit told me that the mounting pressure I felt in Australia was the land ushering me out, onto the next phase of my calling. I watch myself on my social media accounts. I see the way my skin was fighting for its life even in my first few days in my homeland. The transition wasn’t easy. I felt by the time I left Australia, like it was an escape. Like I had overstayed my welcome, yet I could only leave after the exact events that occurred last year.

They say pressure makes a diamond, and if that is the case Australia certainly created the crystalline vision within me. I often envisioned myself raising my family in Australia. My outlandish visions of empires I felt destined to grow, rightly called out to me in dreams, visions and longings. Yet what I couldn’t see then but clearly see now is – those dreams were the dreams of my ancestors. They were never meant to expand first in the land that pressurised me into becoming. Australia adopted me, became another source of citizenship and pride. From Australia I gained a broader sight. A global sight. I learned to think like the dominant group.

As a polymath who thinks in systems, my exposure to Australians and other Western immigrants (or expats if we’re going to hand hold) – has taught me A LOT about the Western psyche. It is ultimately the individualist culture that killed my spirit. It was death by a thousand papercuts. The bureaucratic theatre that is set up more for the appearances of fairness than the functionality of it. Something one would never see when they are the ones centred. Tall poppy syndrome hits you harder as a Blak/Black person, as the story of the conquering of Australia, tells the regular Australian that the only people that should win or are intelligent are White Australians.

My frustration, bubbled over my career, ultimately were about the fact that even if I was successful – no one would want to cheer sinceI wasn’t supposed to in the system they created. Ultimately, no matter how uncomfortable it makes people to hear, I finally left Australia, a large chunk of my heart – because I cannot change my skin colour to make my brilliance more palatable or more legible. I couldn’t out-talk or out-smart the haze that people wanted to see me through.

So now I am here, in Gweru the city that raised me before teenagehood. It is terribly imperfect, less convenience, less ‘modernised progress’. Yet my prayers for long-term stability have finally been met in a way that I could only DREAM of doing without the generational wealth of generational Australians. I am now a landowner, secured within two weeks of my landing. Secured in the last 48 hours of 2025. 2025 stole my peace, my health, my comfort and left me feeling lonelier than I ever had in my life. I wasn’t sure I would make it to the end of that year to be perfectly frank. So much so that two weeks later, I am still unsure how to handle such a win.

To others it seems like something they couldn’t imagine a spiritual person like me to achieve. I am someone people have found confusing because I don’t follow a rulebook to make my next move. Intuition and individuality looks like chaos, to those so intricately trained to follow a rubric for success. I negotiated with my new Chief to get 3 hectares of land in a rural town (though town feels too small a word for the size of this place), though once the boundaries of my new property were marked, he was generous enough to give me more. I believe closer to 4 hectares.

My new Chief shares a totem animal with me (the E-land), while his wife shares a maternal surname with me. Sharing a totem culturally makes us related, the way people with the same last name are assumed to be related. I have always dreamt of being in community. Not in the Western sense but in the African sense. I love being involved with what’s happening in my community. Helping others, being helped and shirking some of my hyperindependence – borne of surviving in an individualistic society. I adore kids and a big dream of mine is to build and run my own Children’s Home. One that is trauma-informed, equally values class learning and experiential learning, truly safe in every way that counts while setting children up to be future visionaries in their communities. I want to build the kind of childhood I didn’t have but always dreamed of having.

I have already discussed with the Chief the possibility of leading rituals on my new land. I may be a modern Westernised African but my spirituality is ancient. Everything I need to guide me will arrive in dreams, sudden knowings or in perfectly timed advice from strangers. It is with great trust that I live my life. It is something hard to replicate when you do not understand the mechanics. Every detour of my life, like financial setbacks or returning to school over and over again were all building an internal knowledge base that now seeks to be expelled.

I just joined the Gweru library on Saturday and the Librarian must’ve intuited something because he told me if I wanted to run a class on any topic of my interest, I could do it through the library. I told him I would like to get into mushroom farming on my new land, and he said I just missed a class they held from a mushroom farmer discussing all things fungi a few weeks back. Bummer. Yet he said once I am on my farm I can come back and teach the same thing. It filled my heart with joy.

I am taking care of my Uncle’s oldest at the present moment. Realising I have a level of presence with children where I can track them and map out their personalities more accurately than others. Without as much personal projection. I see in my cousin B, early signs of spiritual gifts like I had as a child but with no one to nurture them. I relish the opportunity to help raise her and equip her with everything I was missing when I was growing and unsure. I feel certain that now I have land and am becoming secure in a way I always dreamed, Spirit will send me more children.

I have always been pro-adopting and adopting is something I have talked about my whole life. Much to the surprise of my own mother who is not that way inclined. I believe the world has too many children already born, but uncared for and unsupported. If I die having helped a single child with their; confidence, spirituality, future dreams and accepting their neurodivergence – then I would die a happy woman. Until this point in my life my largest obstacle to achieving my grand dreams was money. Now it is time that I create a legacy that will outlive me.

In a country like many others ruled by patriarchy and shadow-ruled by religion, I am doing something many women my age were never even told they could dream of. Landownership on my own terms. No man, no father. When my children inherit my wealth, they will know it was built by me. By my own hands. Through my own finesse, through surviving the unsurvivable. It is THAT thought that keeps me going when my body screams at me about the negative energies and projections sent my way. It is my mother telling me as a child that she wanted to teach me everything that I needed to know so I could be self-sufficient, that helped me grow a level of independence even she is uncomfortable with.

There is peace that comes with making one’s own decisions. But that is not to say I will never have a partner. Now I have something important to protect. So any man or woman who comes into my life, must respect the legacy that started before them. Games of courtship are becoming increasingly silly in the face of the things I am working on. Still, I am surprised that these dreams I envisioned to happen first in Australia before Zimbabwe, flipped my own expectations. And it’s delicious as all get out. I’m back to document. To let others know what can be done when you put your mind to it. When you believe in yourself, even if no one else will. To be the catalyst for your own biggest dreams, achieved through strategy and grit. May all who read this post in good faith, be blessed with the strength of a thousand suns. Asé.