Wander and Weave

  🎉 Wander and Weave Turns 100! 🎉 Oh my goodness. Somebody pinch me (gently, please). This is officially the 100th blog post on Wander and Weave! 💃🏾 I can’t believe it. One hundred times I’ve sat down, poured my heart out, stitched words together, and somehow you , yes YOU! , my incredible readers, kept coming back for more. I’m in awe. I’m grateful. I’m… also wondering if I deserve a cake for this. Or maybe balloons. Or maybe an all-expenses-paid trip to Paris? (Hello, universe, are you listening? ) But jokes aside , today feels HUGE. Believe it or not, this blog wasn’t even supposed to exist. Nope. What I really wanted was to write a book. But God has a funny sense of humor. Instead, He handed me a blog-shaped detour and said, “Here, practice first.” It all began in Japan, when I had just arrived and was… let’s just say, not in the brightest of places. Homesickness, culture shock, and a whole bunch of “what am I even doing with my life?” moments. My brother-in-law Wisdom (s...

Kanto in Fall: A Short but Sweet Love Affair. Fall is upon us, people, and honestly, I am not okay. According to the news, autumn this year is going to be criminally short. Like, blink-and-it’s-gone short. How dare they? But even with this sad news, I can’t stay mad at autumn. This season is hands down my favorite here in Japan. From the crisp air that doesn’t melt your edges off like summer, to the cozy-but-not-too-cold breeze that lets you actually enjoy being outside without overthinking “do I need sunscreen or three layers of heat-tech?”, it’s perfection. And let’s not even get started on the fashion. Autumn is the season where fashionistas truly rise. Trench coats, boots, oversized sweaters, scarves that double as blankets, you name it. Fall outfits and scenic views? That’s content creation heaven right there. The streets and mountains become your runway, and nature is your backdrop. Imagine strolling through golden ginkgo leaves with your outfit popping in contrast. Chef’s kiss. ...

Sustainable, Bold & Rooted: Zimbabwe’s Fashion Voices You Need to Know Zimbabwe is not just about Victoria Falls, sadza, or the mbira (though those are national treasures, let’s be honest). It’s also home to a bubbling pot of creativity, resilience, and unapologetic style. From Harare to London, Milan to the rest of the world, Zimbabwean fashion designers are making serious waves, and I’m here for it. Today on Wander and Weave, I’m spotlighting four incredible creatives whose work has me screaming, “Yes, Africa! We see you!” This is Part One because, trust me, Zim is spilling over with talent and we’ll need a sequel. So, buckle up, pour yourself a cuppa (or maheu if you’re feeling nostalgic), and let’s dive in. 1. Fungai Muzoroza – Storytelling in Every Stitch Fungai Muzoroza is proof that slow fashion doesn’t mean boring fashion. Based in the Uk, Fungai runs a brand that is basically a love letter to African heritage. Each piece tells a story about identity, culture, and roots, it...

Healing Between the Lines: A Journey with Isabelle Miu Miu I recently closed the last page of The Words I Never Dared to Say by Isabelle Miu Miu, and it felt less like finishing a book and more like walking out of a long therapy session where someone finally told me, “Zvese zvichanaka.” Everything will be okay. This book isn’t your typical “self-help, take notes and drink green juice while you’re at it” kind of read. It’s a journey, half memoir, half workbook, inviting us to confront the things we bury so deeply we start calling them “just memories.” What caught me was how Isabelle marries storytelling with therapeutic writing. You’re not just reading her reflections, you’re also asked to pause, breathe, and write your own. She creates these sacred blank spaces where the reader is encouraged to put down their silenced feelings. It’s like being handed a shovel and told, “Here, dig through your soul, it’s time to plant something new.” And isn’t that what many of us carry around? Hidden w...

Love Without a Ruler They say,  “Not too young, not too old, not too short, not too tall, not too broke, not too rich, not too loud, not too quiet. Love must fit into a box,  Instagrammable, filter-ready, approved by aunties and ‘the society.’” But tell me, is love a measuring tape? A checklist? A boardroom interview? Some say, “No, I can’t date him, his shoes are second-hand.” “No, I can’t love her, her waist is not 24 inches.” “No, I can’t choose him, his English is not Oxford.” “No, I can’t be with her, she doesn’t cook like my mother.” “No, I can’t marry him, he doesn’t drive a car yet.” “No, I can’t choose her, her followers are too few.” Zviroto! (What dreams!) Tikagara tichiverenga zvinhu izvi, (If we always count these things,) handiti tichapotsa rudo? (won’t we miss love?) Because sometimes,  the heart whispers louder than rules written in dust. Sometimes,  the soul knows its mate before the mind writes excuses. What if the love of your life is right in fron...

  “You Could Have Left Them Alone” You could have left them alone. Before you came, their world was steady, days painted with sunlight, nights wrapped in quiet prayers. Vainzi mukwasha, asi mukwasha wenhema. Vainzi muroora, asi moyo wakazara moto. Where was the tenderness of rudo rwechokwadi? Where was the song of love our grandmothers spoke of under the moonlight, hushed in dare? You came carrying storms. Late night arguments, mazwi anocheka sepfumo, words sharper than knives, turning walls into graves for laughter. Ukama igasva, hunozadziswa nekudya… yet you served bitterness, fed them heartbreak on clay plates meant for roasted maize, meant for sadza shared in joy. You called it love, but it was chains. Blackmail whispered like spirits in the dark, emotional wounds hidden under bright cloths,  mbikiza wraps that no longer smelled of home. You could have left them alone. Let them dance at mabira, feet pounding dust with freedom. Let them wear joy like zambia tied at the wais...

Unleashing the Power of Art: Rozebowl’s Collection "MaD aT tHE WorlD" What happens when raw human emotion meets bold artistic vision? You get Rozebowl’s latest collection: "MaD aT tHE WorlD" , a loud, unapologetic, punchy explosion of colors, symbols, and emotion that doesn’t just hang on your wall, but shakes the room it’s in. Inspired by the one and only Jean-Michel Basquiat (yes, the crown-wearing rebel of the art world), Rozebowl taps into the same wild, untamed energy that made Basquiat’s work unforgettable. But this isn’t just imitation ,  it’s evolution. Let’s be honest, life gets mad messy. Bills, heartbreak, broken systems, that one person who never texts back , there’s always something. But instead of sulking, Rozebowl throws that rage onto the canvas. Each piece feels like a scream, a sigh, and a whispered confession all rolled into one. Much like Basquiat, Rozebowl mixes text, symbols, and imagery in ways that force you to pause and think: Wait… am I jus...

Some for a Season, Some for a Reason: My Journey with Destiny Helpers. Have you ever met someone and thought, “Wow, I didn’t just bump into you by chance… this was orchestrated!” That’s the beauty of destiny helpers ,  those people who step into your life like divine pitstops, helping you fuel up, reset, or reroute. Some are blessings, some are lessons, and some are guides, but all of them are part of the grand, sometimes messy, always beautiful process of growth. I’ve met so many amazing people who’ve been instrumental in shaping me. I can’t possibly name everyone (because honestly, this would turn into an encyclopedia), but if you’re reading this and you see pieces of our story here ,  you’ll know. 💫 Growing up wasn’t exactly a runway of self-confidence for me. In fact, it was more like a season of “let’s see how many names and jokes we can throw at Jez today.” I was bullied a lot for how I looked, and in those fragile teen years, that stuff sticks. But then came my first d...