I was born in Southern Africa and raised there till late in my teens, when, while at the University, studying civil engineering, I was offered a scholarship in Czechoslovakia, then still one country in the Eastern block. Even though I could only be accepted at a veterinary school there, I gladly accepted and left my favourite subject, engineering, for a course I had no interest in - I was after all getting a once in a lifetime opportunity to travel abroad. While in Czechoslovakia, my course was changed to economics, decisions I think the commies made because they felt it essential that they brainwash as many of us as they could. Veterinarians are hardly seriously introduced to Eastern Political Science, which was the aim of the whole scholarship program after all; each of the major sides in the cold war wanting to indoctrinate as much of the world as they possibly could with their ideology, that coupled with the innocent aspiration of a "third world" country for development. Fellow students whose courses were changed at the last minute put up incredible fights, gave ultimatums, and acted when these were not met, until they were re-instituted to their old courses. Unfortunately, and this I regret to this day, I did not put up a fight. Even a letter from my parents advising me to take immediate action did not change this. I simply stood aside and watched, stoically, as others decided my life for me.

I graduated from the university in Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia, in 1988, and moved to Germany. I learnt the German language in preparation for study at the university there, but left Germany for Holland to join a friend who claimed it was much better there for foreigners wishing to continue with their studies. No truth came of this, but before I lost interest in educational achievements, I had acquired one more degree in psychology.

I have so far lived at length in four European countries. Second after Czechoslovakia was Germany where I spent a year, then the Netherlands where I spent the better part of a decade, and now I am resident in the UK.

It was my life time ambition to become a writer, but I only started writing seriously over a decade ago, after graduation. The start of my writing career coincided with my first direct experience of political repression, a period in my life when my need to hear, learn, be heard and teach was at it's zenith.

I booked my  first success as an author when, after repeated rejections by publishers, I decided to publish and promote my own writing, especially by way of articles that featured internationally in magazines, journals and commentary sections of national newspapers. The electronic highway helped tremendously in making this feat possible.

Mukazo Mukazo Vunda.