

Looking back at my life: I realise I have spent a huge chunk of my days defined by labels. I was a Malawian. A Christian. An entrepreneur. A leader. A woman. As time passed, I started to feel the weight of these identities.
My friend today insisted that I check out IHOP… ‘an American classic’, he says. We went to the branch in East Lansing, and had a very delicious brunch. As we spoke and laughed over our meal, I felt something so simple yet so profound—happiness.
“Do you miss New York?” A question that often sends me on a spiral of thoughts and emotions; because I have yet to process New York. New York wasn’t just a city to me; it was a pivot. A place I never thought I would call home, yet it became the setting for some of my most profound transformations.
This past weekend, I was invited to speak with STEM students from the Kamuzu University of Health Sciences, the Malawi University of Business and Applied Sciences, the Malawi University of Science and Technology, and the University of Malawi. As I prepared to speak with the students on the theme Living as an Innovator, I reflected on my own entrepreneurial and professional journey—how I started, what I’ve built, and where I see innovation taking me and the next generation of creators.