It's hard to be happy when you have days like mine. I'm not happy about covering sad stories every day. I literally eat, breathe, dream Zimbabwe. My friends are fed up with me talking about the place. It's difficult for me to have any kind of life outside the station, which is based in London. I work on the weekends. I go home and watch a bit of X-Factor. I'm not really a pessimist. It's just these days I don't know what my definition of happiness is. A place surrounded by loved ones where you feel secure? I'm still working towards that. What would make me very happy is to be able to report good news from Zimbabwe once in a while.

I work to send money back home. A lot of Zimbabweans do the same. My work is important but not always fun and it makes me happy in the sense I'm able to cover stories without worrying about repression, but these stories are about victims of rape, torture and people abused by the ruling party. Mugabe's Zimbabwe is not a war zone; it's more subtle than that. The politicians we interview are maddening. They say that those of us who work at SW Radio are free to come to Zimbabwe but only to its prisons.

I'm not married and I don't have children. The struggle, I think, comes first. I remind myself that after work each day I go home to a place where there aren't power cuts that last for days. The water works. When we sign off at the end of my show we try to say something positive. Sometimes there is, and some days there isn't.