Quitting was not an easy decision. At all. It certainly didn’t happen overnight and was a culmination of a lot of things that led to my saying goodbye to what was ‘comfortable’.

We are living in the time of ‘the great resignation’, a term coined by Anthony Klotz, and ‘quiet quitting’. If COVID taught us nothing else, it’s that life is short. 

My journey to saying goodbye to what no longer served me was an extended one. Deep down, I knew I always wanted more for myself. Heading into the new year, I was anxious about what the future held. Who was I? What was I going to do?

Auditioning for a part in Dné’s ‘Traps In My Feed‘ whet my creative appetite and had me asking more questions.

An emergency trip back home to Zimbabwe gave me the grounding I needed and joy that I had lost for some time. I got to experience a sense of ‘normal life’ back in Harare before holidaying Nyanga. My zip lining experience was a call for faith – symbolic of the leap of faith I would go on to take.

Visiting my alma mater, Peterhouse, I remembered the younger Rumbi who had dreams and felt that anything was possible. Would she be proud of me? What would she want me to do? How can I live up to my fearless younger self? All this led to my realisation that something had to change – mentally, emotionally and physically too. My big chop was my commitment to myself – I was going to do for me and not hold back.