They would usually be referred to as “insights” and “take-aways”, but those sound terribly corporate. “Learnings” and “lessons” sound a bit presumptuous. And “meta” is just too highbrow.
So I’ll just call them “My things.” The things I came to think and believe, as I drove along my way and saw-felt-heard the things to see-feel-hear.
These are from the roads, people and places of Zimbabwe:
Now is a rainy day.
Convenience doesn’t mean luxury. And luxury isn’t always convenient.
Don’t be shy about involving or getting involved with other people. Chances are they’ll be delighted by your intrusion.
If it needs to be killed, make real sure it’s dead.
Put everything back in its place immediately and completely.
Listen. Not just with your ears.
Internet is good. Books are good. But nobody has knowledge like the people on the ground.
Sometimes it’s not other people’s racism I’m seeing, it’s my own.
When on a mountain made of boulders, best you start thinking like a lizard.
Use what you’ve got. Not carelessly but indulgently.
When you’re too focused on every step, you forget to look up and see the golden arrows.
Nobody else is eye-rolling. It’s just you, at yourself.
Street fashion exists on all streets.
Once you’ve asked the question and a door is opened, you really should walk through the doorway.
Is it just in these modern times, or have cows always been really stupid?
And the biggest thing I’m taking with me:
NEVER get between a hippo and her water.