Turning a Vacant Lot into a Neighbourhood Garden: Patricia Ndlovu’s No-Nonsense Guide

I’ve walked past that empty lot on the corner of Maple and 5th more times than I can count. Weeds choking the fence, a discarded mattress rotting in the sun. It’s not just an eyesore—it’s a missed chance. A chance to grow food, to gather neighbours, to turn neglect into something that feeds us. I’m … Read moreTurning a Vacant Lot into a Neighbourhood Garden: Patricia Ndlovu’s No-Nonsense Guide

The Problem With Gentrification Framed as Revitalization

The Problem With Gentrification Framed as Revitalization By Patricia Ndlovu I’ve lived in the same neighborhood for over forty years. My mother raised me in a two-bedroom apartment on a block where you knew every neighbor’s name, where children played double-dutch on the sidewalk, and where the corner store owner would let you take a … Read moreThe Problem With Gentrification Framed as Revitalization

When ‘Revitalization’ Means Erasure: The Gentrification Paradox in Our Neighborhoods

The Language of Loss Disguised as Progress Walk through any historically Black or immigrant neighborhood in America right now, and you’ll hear the same tired words. “Revitalization.” “Renewal.” “Renaissance.” Developers, city planners, real estate agents—they all use them. They gesture toward the new coffee shop with the reclaimed wood counters, the freshly striped bike lanes, … Read moreWhen ‘Revitalization’ Means Erasure: The Gentrification Paradox in Our Neighborhoods

When ‘Revitalization’ Means Erasure: The Quiet Violence of Gentrification

I can still smell the bread. Not the sourdough they sell now for eight dollars a loaf, but the real stuff—yeasty, warm, spilling out of Mr. Okonkwo’s bakery on the corner of 14th and Douglas. That smell was our alarm clock. It pulled you out of bed and onto the street, where you’d find half … Read moreWhen ‘Revitalization’ Means Erasure: The Quiet Violence of Gentrification

Trust on Uneven Ground: A Straight-Talking Guide for Neighbors Who Have Every Reason to Hold Back

I’ve lived on this same block in Bulawayo for twenty-three years now. In that time, I’ve watched friendships bloom over shared pots of isitshwala and then crumble over boundary walls. I saw a man stop greeting his neighbour for ten years straight—all because a goat got into his spinach bed. But I also saw that … Read moreTrust on Uneven Ground: A Straight-Talking Guide for Neighbors Who Have Every Reason to Hold Back