My Early Golf Years
I first played golf at the age of twelve and a half. It wasn’t something I volunteered for, more an enforced lesson in parental discipline following an unfortunate incident involving my mother’s beloved Fiat 124 Sports Coupe and a brick wall. After a strict two-week curfew, my reprieve came in the form of caddying for my dad. Not quite what I had in mind when celebrating my lifted sanctions, but I jumped at the chance to get out the house.
By the 2nd hole even my dad could sense I was bored out of my tiny mind. He handed me a 7-iron, a tee and ball. I swung wildly and like a fired up cannon ball my Dunlop 65i spurted forward an impressive 35 yards. I was ecstatic and instantly hooked. And so my caddying career ended and my love for golf began. My spirits were uplifted, even if my ball was not for the remaining holes.
I grew up in the stunning city of Mutare located in the picturesque mountains of the Eastern Highlands on the border of Zimbabwe and Mozambique. Despite the fragility of the economy, it was and remains a breathtaking country rich with stunning championship courses and homegrown talent. Zimbabwe has produced some of the best golfers in the world including Nick Price, Tony Johnstone and Mark McNulty. It was every kid’s dream to follow in those footsteps. Hero worship combined with industrial strength fearlessness and naivety.
Then one day my kind Mum did the unthinkable. She gave me her own shiny steel shafted Lady Ram golf clubs complete with rubber grips. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. And so my passion for the game took on new levels. With the exception of school, a real buzzkill, most waking hours were spent at Hillside Golf Club. Pocket money changed hands like a professional betting syndicate.
For several years the boys and I continued to compete regularly. We took on the pros, rival clubs and travelled together to the capital representing Manicaland in the annual Junior Inter Provincials. It was exhilarating. And amid the drama of winning and tension of competing, great friendships were born. Not much has changed over the last quarter of a century. Today my Titleist clubs may have graphite shafts, but my passion for the game is unwavering and no matter where in the world our destiny has taken us, those friendships remain as strong.