Questions, hope and determination in Nomzamo Dube’s Milk, Bile and Honey

The genesis of the Zimbabwean diaspora, which has become more pronounced in recent years can be traced back to as early as 1980, when white Rhodesians, perceived to be paranoid then, left the country for fear of persecution from black administration. This was despite the reconciliation mood of the time. Paranoia from white Rhodesians made sense then in the face of an overwhelmingly black majority government. But how does one explain the flight of fellow black Zimbabweans who left the country a few years after independence when the country still prided itself as the breadbasket of Africa? Surely, in a country with a vibrant economy coupled with the independence euphoria of the time, one is expected to sing “there is no place like home”. But what happens when that song becomes nothing but just a cliché? Poetry lovers would tell you it is at moments like these that the only convincing explanation comes from poets like Warsan Shire. In the poem Home, Shire writes: “No one leaves home unt...