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First ebook edition: April 2015
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These were among the first pictures we sent each other.
This photo was taken in Harare, where I worked as a tea boy. I am wearing a shirt Caitlin sent me.
Around the same time, I attended my schools Winter Ball.
Nation, my mother, and me. (The tins under the bed were used to fetch water for drinking and cooking.)
My family saying thank you to Caitlin and her family for all the wonderful gifts (like the rain boots!). Seated (left to right): my mother, my father, Simba; standing (left to right): Lois, George Jr.
At Marist Brothers Nyanga High School, 2001.
In June 2001, I was a camp counselor. Here I am with Louis the rabbit.
Relieving some exam stress and anxiety with classmates outside the classrooms at Marist Brothers Nyanga High School.
Relaxing with friends. Left to right: Bonaventure, Cornelius, me, Kennedy.
Waiting for Martin at the airport in Philadelphia, 2003.
We greet each other for the first time in person with a big hug (over the barrier wall!).
I risk introducing Martin to Louis the rabbit, even though he once mentioned eating rabbit for dinner.
The 2003 Stoicsitz family Christmas card, including Martin and Wallace.
Together at Caitlins wedding (thats her husband, Dzmitry, on the left), 2008.
Another wedding photo, this one with Rich (left) and Wallace and Richie (right).
This book is dedicated to our mothers,
Anne Neville and Chioniso Ganda,
and our fathers, Richard Stoicsitz
and George Ganda.
September 1997
I D NEVER HEARD OF Z IMBABWE . But something about the way the name looked up on the blackboard intrigued me. It was exotic, and difficult to pronounce. It was also the last country in a long list that Mrs. Miller had written in chalk. She asked each student in my seventh-grade English class to pick one place for a pen pal program our school was starting that year.
I was sitting toward the back row. Usually, I spent that period passing notes with Lauren, my best friend, or staring out the window daydreaming about boys. It was late September, and the leaves on the trees were beginning to turn from vibrant green to rusty red and mustard yellow. I was an average student. If I applied myself, I did well. Honestly, I was not all that interested in school, but there was something almost magnetic about this crazy-sounding place: Zimbabwe. I raised my hand.
Caitlin, Mrs. Miller said, surprised. She usually had to call on me to participate.
How do you pronounce the last country? I asked. The one that starts with a Z?
Zim-BOB-way, she said, sounding it out like it was three words. Its in Africa.
Oh, cool, I said. I had a hunch it was there, but couldnt name any other countries on the continent. I had a good handle on Europe, as my family had gone to Germany the summer before to visit my dads relatives. On the same trip, we went to Switzerland, Austria, Liechtenstein, and France. Other than several trips to Canada, that was my first trip abroad, and it was a huge deal. Id never imagined traveling to Africa, or even wondered what life must be like there. I had no idea, and that was all the more excitinglike the beginning of an adventure.