It was a shot in the dark lol but you nailed it on the head so I have no right to criticize. XD I was born in Zim but did spend some time in south Africa. my parents raised us to speak English because they had already decided to move to an English speaking country before we were born. There I did learn some of the native languages. I'm not sure which ones due to the fact that each tribe as it's own unique language, culture ect. it was just commonly used words. As for Afrikaans I mostly only know swear words XD That's due to the fact that my mom only spoke it when she was talking to her family or when she accidentally hurt herself she'd swear in it. she didn't want us to pick up on her bad language lol. but in the end we did anyway! As for what it was like growing up there.. When living there I never really saw it as a dangerous place. but it was. I was taught from an early age to keep my mouth shut whenever the topic of Mugabe was brought up. for my own safety. there are spies everywhere who would inform on you to get a little bit of money. And you would be killed simply for being accused of bad mouthing him. We weren't allowed to ride the school bus because the buses and truckers were in a turf war. and there had been cases where entire school buses of children had been killed because the bus driver decided to play chicken with a trucker. At school we weren't allowed to leave the grounds. Why they never clarified until two girls decided to climb over the fence and got ripped apart by the neighbors dogs.. he still has his dogs and there wasn't any punishment for it. it was simply accepted because that's what happens there. I was simply too young (moved to Canada when I was 7) to understand the real situation we were in. I also had nothing to compare it to with yet. looking back on my memories of the place I'd have to say I was very lucky to have survived. we were even offered Refugee status, but my dad wanted us not to labeled before we even entered the country. We've always been very independent, preferring to face things as a family than ask for outside help. After Mugabe came to power he's been using white people as scapegoat for everything that's wrong with the economy. So in turn I didn't really have any friends..I'd get beaten up alot for being a dirty little white girl. once we had a teacher who came to teach as a relief effort. She said that she was disgusted on how everyone treated me and my brothers. I didn't really understand what she meant. it was all I'd ever known. Seelaw and her cousins were the only people our own age who we could see as friends. she was the daughter of a farmhand (Ismael) that had been working for my parents since before I was born. he'd become like family so whenever we moved, he and his family moved with us. his family lived on our property because they couldn't afford their own. Some people call us slave traders for that but in reality we had a symbiotic relationship with each other. my parents couldn't take care of the farm without help and couldn't afford to hire people for more than one season. So Ismael's family and ours work together to maintain the farm and in turn we all shared the food it gave us. When we moved to Canada we had to sell the farm to be able to afford plane tickets. But we could only afford enough for our family. not Ismael's. I remember him coming to me crying, asking why we were leaving him behind. I cried too I didn't understand the concept of money. I wanted him to come with us. he was family.. But looking back on it now remember watching our neighbors starving to death on either side of us.. it was getting worse and worse. we had to leave or else risk waking up dead.
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And thanks a lot. She loves it so very much lol.
Sapphire in the middle there. Moissanite on either side of the Sapphire. There's also a white gold setting around the stones if you can see.
Um... great... yah. hehe... yah.