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October 2016

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You Have My Heart, Mai Zee


As a mother, you love your child even before you’ve seen or met them. You guide them through life, celebrating their mile stones and helping them through their mistakes. Most of all you love your child for who they are and not what they are.

One of my friends recently celebrated her daughter’s birthday by posting a beautiful message. I was so moved by her message I asked her if I could share it here.

Prepare to be moved. *Grabs tissues*

My darling Miss Zee. 

I honestly cannot believe that four years ago I was just starting to go into labour. You bring so much love and light to our family. I am so proud to be your mama and daddy is so proud to have you as his little girl. You make us both happy. Your aunties, uncles, cousins, gogo and friends are so lucky to have you in their lives. 

You have grown so much in the last year. You can spell and write your name. You can count to 20…well, almost. You tend to forget 13 and 17 and call 11 eleventeen. Four seems so big to me. You asked me the other day if I’d still be able to pick you up and cuddle you in bed in the morning when you were four. I promised I could. I can still cuddle and hold you close, but you don’t fit as snuggly up against me as you used to. I love your dragon breath while you keep kissing all over my face saying “good morning mommy” it makes me feel so special. How did time pass by so quickly?

Princesses are your life. Frozen still rules the roost in our house, but Sofia The First is close behind. Dressing up is your favourite past time and you’ve never met a dress you didn’t like. Pants? Forget it. Unless it’s leggings (to go under a dress) I can keep dreaming. Your love for anything that sparkles still amazes me. Our weekly coffee and cake dates after your music classes, little shopping trips and you telling me what to buy because it will suit me… I never want them to end. 


Your singing might be my most favourite sound. I honestly can’t get enough. You’ve memorised over a dozen songs this year, including most of the soundtrack to Frozen. You started playing the keyboard and singing this year and you love it. It’s hilarious to watch your little fingers on the keys and hearing your beautiful voice singing along. Cartwheels are now easy peasy.

There is magic in your personality. You are kind and sensitive, but when you are mad, ooooh are you mad! I swear sometimes you could spit fire. Your looks would stop anyone in their tracks and often times, even though I’m infuriated, I have to hide my face to keep from smiling. That side look you give is are little Missy Bossy. But that’s what makes you who you are and I wouldn’t change a thing. I know one day you are going to be an amazing mother because it’s in you. I watch you play with your dolls especially with you hold her and dress her up so loving and gentle. 

This is the first year you’ve talked about a boy. You’ve told us you are going to marry him. You’ve told us he’s your boyfriend and you love him so much. Daddy and I weren’t prepared for this!

What will four bring you, Miss Zee? I hope a year of fun, learning and happiness. You are my bright shining star, my love, and I wish you a very Happy Birthday.

My biggest reason for living calls me Mommy. 

I love you.


So there you have it, such beautiful words shared by a mother who is watching her daughter grow right in front of her eyes.

IamTinashe xo


A Series Of Unfortunate Events…


I need my phone with me. I remember instances where I’ve accidentally leave my phone at home and gone to work, and that day would be horrible! Why? I use it to manage every hour of my day, stalk social media, keep in touch with family and friends and listen to some mad tunes whilst I do whatever I am doing. This year has not been a good year for me, phone wise. All I want is for me and my phone to have the kind of closeness that resembles a belt and pants. A relationship were together we collaborate and take over the world. Technology seems to want no part of IamTinashe.

Let me explain.

What month are we in now, October? Well within 10 months of this year I have gone through 3 iPhones. This is something that I am not proud of it as it’s a bloody expensive process, but as they say, you live and you learn.  Hopefully, you will never have to share my experience.

I started the year with an iPhone plus. Figured it would be a great tool for me to have so that I can blog on the go and carry out my everyday business. I was very happy with my phone until one day I noticed what looked like liquid inside the screen. I wondered how and when this could have happened. Distressed, I googled how to get water out of an iPhone. The internet told me to put it in rice and the water will disappear. What? I thought well this is racist and this is probably a long shot – but because I just wanted my iPhone to not have water streaks I placed it in rice and left it overnight. To my disappointment, this did not work at all! So I proceeded to make an appointment to meet with an Apple Genius (who gives these position titles?).  I thought worst case scenario the phone is deemed as unrepairable. Best case scenario they give me a new phone. After examining the phone they let me know that it actually wasn’t water but OIL that was in my phone. How? When? Luckily for me I had an extremely helpful Apple Genius who gave me a brand new phone since the phone was within the 12-month warranty. So that was phone number one.


Excited about having my new phone I was taking extra good care of it, making sure it was not dropped – as you do when you get a new phone. I am frugal. I work hard for my money so before I part with it I have to think long and hard about it. I had this phone for probably about three months before the next incident. We had planned a trip to Brisbane so I purchased red eye tickets. The price made it seem like a good idea at the time – but in practice, I dare you to try waking up at 4am to get to the airport at 5am with a 7month old baby. It’s a freaking nightmare. Feeling tired was an understatement. My body ached and I could barely keep my eyes open. When we arrived in Brisbane I decided to drive home whilst my mum ooh’ed,  ahh’d and cooed with the baby in the back seat. Not thinking I placed my phone on the roof of the car as I buckled the baby in the car seat. Being so tired I completely forgot about the phone on the roof until I was reversing and heard this CRUNCH sound. That brought an end to phone number two.

I was annoyed with himself – how could I let this happen? Granted I was tired, but when mistakes start costing money – it hurts. With no insurance and whilst licking my wounds I purchased another iPhone plus.


With this new phone, I again went through another honeymoon period where we were inseparable and the phone rarely left my sight. As they say like in any relationship you start to see the true colours after the honeymoon period. I am sad to say it but this phone only lasted three months. You would not believe it, but after another sleepless night, I put my phone on the roof as I threw my bag into the passenger seat. I got distracted by someone who appeared out of nowhere scaring me half to death. Forgetting about the phone on the roof, I grabbed my keys, hopped in the car and drove off. As I was on the road travelling at about 50km I noticed at the corner of my eye my phone fall at the back window as three cars proceeded to run over it. That was the end of phone three.

You would be glad to know that I now have insurance on my phone and was able to get another phone without much hassle. I decided to get a different colour (black) and a smaller model – just in case witchcraft is involved – you can take an African out of Africa but you can never take the African out of them. I figured that I kept getting the same phone and pretty much having the same expensive outcome. It was time to do something different. Furthermore, I have banned myself from putting my phone on any roof. Period.

Of course, everything captured in this blog post can really be placed in the category of first world problems. I realise there are people who don’t have a roof over their head, food in their stomachs or clothes to put on their back, and worse still they could be fighting for their life. It’s heartbreaking to think of how we carry on whilst others are going without. To be able to replace things that I value or deem necessary without any real heartache makes me feel very fortunate. Therefore, I am grateful for the sacrifices that my parents made so that I could have the opportunities that we have had in the past, present and future, including these mistakes that I’ve learned from.


Out And About

A Hive Of Creative…


The days of being out every weekend are beyond me. I just don’t have the energy or the desire. Worse still, I have become one of those people who sees events or functions as they are being advertised – at the time, I am super hyped about going – but when it comes to the day of actually going, I can think up a million excuses not to go.

It’s cold outside. Nothing that I want to wear fits properly at the moment.  Is it today?  I am not ready to leave the baby alone. How long is the event going to be for? The baby is teething. If I go now, it will ruin the baby’s routine.

You get the idea.

What can I say? After a grueling work week of barely seeing my babies (Husbae and our baby girl), when the weekend comes I just want to enjoy the company of my little family. Plus Canberra is cold. You basically spend six months of the year hibernating, praying to God that you don’t pile on the pounds from all the delicious winter food you consume.

But I digress.

I first caught a glimpse of the FASHFEST advertisement about six weeks prior to the event. A friend of mine tagged me in a photo of an African designer who would be showcasing her designs and said, “We have to go to this!” I have to admit, I was initially amused. I even chuckled to myself that Canberra was hosting a fashion event. Being relatively new in town this was something I didn’t even know existed. The advert campaign promised it to be a “celebration of fashion, arts and culture, packed with stylish runway shows featuring stunning models, extraordinary hair and makeup, live music, exclusive behind the scenes backstage tours, glamorous VIP events parties and more.” Well, they certainly caught my attention.


From what I have observed – people in Canberra don’t like colour. I see a lot of black, grey, white and blue. Is it weather related? Maybe. So I wondered, what was going to be on the runway? What kind of Canberrans would attend this event? I was somewhat curious and I promised my friend that we would check out the Fashion festival in our humble capital city. With that, we purchased the tickets, thus putting my money where my mouth was – there was no way I was going to PIKE.

Fast forward to the first day of October and it was time. On the night of the event, I decided to pay homage to my Zimbabwean background by wearing African print – you know how we do. I added some extra drama by pairing the look with a faux fur throw, some ridiculously tall heels and just for this occasion the Chanel bag came out of the safe. You know it, I was ready to show out.


  • The show was running behind schedule from the jump. The event was supposed to start at 8:30pm but we were still waiting in the pre-event area until at least 9pm.
  • The one designer- Queen Nyibany Designs – who was supposed to be closing FASHFEST– well let’s just say she cancelled last minute. We received notification of this in our program handbook. There wasn’t even on announcement at the event or social network pages. We were not happy when we stumbled across this information. She was the draw card that got us dressed to the nines and ready for a night out in Canberra.
  • The designs shown on the runway were a little out there – for the most part (about 65 percent) I couldn’t imagine someone in their right mind actually wearing it. It would have been nice for them to incorporate wearable pieces for the everyday Canberrans – to be fair the clothes were visually enticing.
  • There was a LOT of alcohol ready for consumption at the venue. It would have been nice if there was food available i.e. canapes, mini burgers etc. Just giving my two cents as a fashionable and fabulous breastfeeding mother.


  • We arrived at the Convention Centre and we were pleasantly surprised by the red carpet. For some reason, I thought it was going to be hosted at a dodgy and badly lit venue. When we saw the favorable lighting, red carpet, the professional photographers – we were more than happy to pose for the cameras.
  • My friend ended up knowing the Production Manager for the event and he upgraded us to front row seats. It was a real Cinderella moment. For a night we were part of the high-flying glitterati. Champagne glass in hand and goodie bags to go.
  • Oftentimes, fashion shows do not feature many women of colour. Just white on white on white. I was impressed by the variety of colour, shape and size of the women and men on the catwalk. The designers understand diversity. Standing ovation for that alone.
  • The live music was insanely good showcasing all the talent that Canberra has to offer, we were so privileged to experience it – we were literally dancing in our seats.


Overall I have to say it was a well-organised event that made it worthwhile to take a break from being a mum and wife. Definitely one of the social highlights of my year.. Next year will be the 5th year of FASHFEST and the organisers have promised bigger and better plans for 2017.

I, for one, will not miss it!

IamTinashe xoxo