I remember I always felt as though there was a wall between myself and my peers. As I grew, so did this barrier. Each year with a layer being added, driving me further and further into a space of isolation and in some extreme cases self-hatred. But in time I’ve come to realize this wall is fickle. Its infrastructures are weak and corroding. It isn’t a prison so much as it is just an obstacle, it can be penetrated. I’ve made a hole in this awful wall and can now see a clear vision of reality on the other side.
Jay Zacarias is a writer, journalist, and filmmaker. He claims to have a strong dislike of The Beatles and currently works as an intern at ANIMA Studios here in Maputo.
