I'm not sure how I came across this poetry collection by Tapiwa Mugabe, but I'm glad that I did. The poems were short to medium length and span the breadth of human existence, particularly existence as a foreigner, the complexities of love, the threads of family relationships and the concept of home. Some of them were experiences that were completely unlike mine but still gripped me with the depth of emotion. Others were so like my experiences that I felt that they were written just for me. I also really liked that a few of the poems (maybe 2 or 3?) were not in English and the author offered no translation, explanation, or apology for this.

Here's a snippet of the titular poem, Zimbabwe:
Brown clouds filling the light summer evening
with the taste of dirt in my mouth and
my nostrils filling up with the smell of home
(a fragrance I didn't yet know I will one day hunger for).