Part 1.

Sometime back in the late 70's during the liberation struggle for Zimbabwe, a woman married to a cameraman ,Margaret Makoni.,was about to have a baby in two months to come.One night when she was busy preparing supper for her 4 children suddenly there was a blast outside her grass thatched kitchen and it was the dissidents who had hit this household in a quest to find an enermy. 
Margaret quickly rushed and grabbed her four kids and they fled into the deep of the dark with the dissidents in pursuit.She ran as fast as she could but being pregnant she could only run so fast.Before she could figure out where to go next she slipped and rolled several times down a rocky slope.She was hurt but she was more worried about the baby she was carrying.
The next morning she was rushed to the hospital and by a miracle, the baby was fine and two months later the baby was born,his name?.......... Tony.
That is how the story of my life begins my friends........

I was born the second from last born in a family of six children and being born in a financially poor family life was not always easy.You can imagine six children who are all competing for attention from thier parents.
When i was young i was always the weak one in my family both physically and emotionally and my whole childhood was clouded by that need for attention.Ironically i was my moms dearest and i think it was all because i was the one who needed protection the most.She taught me that life was not always easy and that i had to be strong because she was not always going to around to protect me..

When i was in primary school life was horrible for me and i always got bullied by almost everyone in my class and being a skinny kid there wasn't much i could do about that.I remember my mom had to be called to school one time and she was being questioned why i was so skinny and my teacher actually wrote my mom a list of the type of foods that would help me gain a bit of weight.
I never used to play any sport or do anything physical and i hated sports with a passion.When i got to grade 5 i went for auditions for the school's junior choir and guess what......i made the final list.Discovering music was very interesting and i was pleased with myself and the choir mistress seemed to like me very much....too much when i think about it now.
That same year we came first in the provincial championships and i was happy....very happy and for the first time i made my parents proud.

I stayed in the choir  all the way to grade 7 and we won one more championship.When i got to grade 5 i met the one guy who was going to change my life for good...i just did not know it yet.His name was Ashton Mwanjira and this guy literally took me from being an insecure little boy to being a confident little Tony back then but it was all to take a lot of time and heartbreaks.

Ashton was a simple struggling club disc jockey who happened to own a small disco set which he would hire out to weddings,parties and clubs and i had the priviledge of helping this guy out when i was just 11 and my mom did'nt really mind what i was doing and i was over the moon.One thing was for sure i loved music and i loved working with this guy.He had a lot of friends who were on radio and i got to meet radio celebrities when i was very young.Ashton taught me how to operate the disco and how to play music that people like not what i liked and that was hard for me to learn.Ashton basically carved me into a proper disc jockey and it took a long long time.

The one thing i always used to do was listen to the radio(radio 3 in particular) for the latest music and and i used to adore radio djs a lot especially Peter Johns,Kelvin Soul Supreme,The Hitman,Innocent Manase just to mention a few.These guys would make my days but i never imagined myself on radio surprisingly.When i got to high school i was still helping Ashton out with his disco and all through high school i was still the same old shy insecure Tony and can you believe i never had a girlfriend until i got to form six and that's just how shy i was.

So high school finished and i didn't know what i really wanted to do until a year later in 1999 when i saw a newspaper advert that was advertising for places for the 2000 journalism class.Because i had had enough of being at home i just decided to give it a shot and the funny thing is didn't fully understand what journalism was......funny huh?.
I didn't get the place at Harare polytech but at least now i had a rough idea what i wanted to do and the next two years were to be the key to my destiny.............

to be continued..................................