Commentary: A Reflection from Zimbabwe River Lodge to Minneapolis Streets

We hold fast to the philosophy that 'I am because we are.' Ubuntu. If the children — or our neighbors — are not well, none of us are truly well.

By: Mikki Morrissette

Outlets: Minnesota Women's Press

Published: January 17, 2026

Words: 670

Last Updated: 3 days, 23 hours ago

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I write this as the Zambezi River rushes close by, as powerful and constant as the tensions unfolding in the streets of Minneapolis right now. I sit with my nearly-80-year-old mother in a small lodge room — two generations bound by memory, belonging, and longing.

I am pulled between two homes: Zimbabwe, where I grew up and learned kindness, resilience, and community. And Minnesota, the place that shaped my adulthood, my motherhood, and my leadership. …

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