Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

This is you. And this is your father. And his father. And his father before him. Keep going. Further back… past cities… past empires… past everything you recognize… Until suddenly— You find a man… Alone. Squatting in the dirt. Chewing on a beetle. Trying not to die before sunset. That man… is your ancestor. He has no name. No shoes. No idea that you will ever exist. But here’s the truth. If even one person in your entire ancestral chain… out of thousands… had slipped… gotten sick… or made one wr