I took this, when a group of us did a day trip to Mutorashanga in Zimbabwe’s Mashonaland West Province. Its the area’s green pool quarry that lures people to experience something different I suppose. There were a few of us, mostly if not all youth. Music, drinks, snacks, beach wear and babes all rising up to the occasion.
Locals would stop and watch us from the horizon. Hence our hero in the image. From up above, bike leaning, arms crossed and gazing at us - out of towners frolic (innocently) in his hood. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Judging from his body language, I had to teleport to his possible perspective... And ask myself through his lenses...
1. Why would they come all this way to do this, when they have their own swimming pools in the city?
2. If only they knew what people use these pools for?
3. They don’t know the local stories of what has happened here?
To give you more context - I did not, at any moment, discern any shade of envious green from the young king. He just peacefully watched.
Now, the question that has stuck with me since then has been - what would it take for everyone in a country to be socio-economically, spiritually and mentally wealthy?
Everyone?
Everyone.
