Two weeks ago marked the end of my trail for the crown of Face of Zimbabwe, but it was indeed the beginning. For those who are familiar with the song “man down” by Rhiannah, this contest was another translation of the songJ. I have been through much and I am still working my way to being “normal” after the fact of abuse. This contest was me standing up to myself and for other victims regardless of the inferiority complex we all might have carried for such a long time. In other words, it was more like a “look at me now” moment of proving that we all ought to be moving on and the scars of the past aren’t going to withhold us from being a success at something.
If I must clarify, on me referring to my experience with the song by Rhiannah “”man down”; I was once sad and guilty and scared after everything that had happened. Then when everything came out, I was angry because keeping such a secret for five years seems to have stolen five years of development in my life; therefore I was angry, really really angry. Instead of “shooting someone”, like the music video suggests, I decided that I was going to do anything in my power to prove that I am moving forward.
It’s sad how it may always be an uphill battle, but I am happy because of boldness and encouragement that one can be graced with just by being transparent and surrounding him/herself with positive people. Face of Zimbabwe was the first step to a million mile journey toward awareness and personally, confidence in self. That much is worth being grateful for or I would be found in contempt.
