I have been a fan of hip-hop for as long as I can remember, and there is nothing quite like the feeling of watching a sound take root in your own country and grow into something that no longer needs to look across the ocean for approval. That is what is happening in Zimbabwe right now. The music coming out of the ghettos is personal, relatable, and alive, made by people who have stopped asking for permission. At the centre of this energy stands an artist named Octie. He has turned hip-hop into a sermon.