I was born to peasant farmers in Marondera under chief Chihota. My father was a soft gentleman full of love. My very loving mother was a strict disciplinarian who never spoiled in the name of love. Last born in a family of 8, I grew up immersed in rural life, just like any rural boy, save for my grade 2 year which I spent at Tsvingwe Primary
School, Penhalonga in Mutare. My elder brother and I had joined our elder sister who was on teaching practice just for a year.
Certain traits quickly characterised me in my early life. I was perceived as the least intelligent in my family according to the education system in the country then. I became known as a generally dull and slow person for which I earned nicknames both at school and at home. This eroded my self confidence almost completely. I had to repeat my grade 7 to try and get better grades for a fair chance in securing a place at a mission boarding school for form 1.

At all times my father was unconditional in his support. He exhibited deep belief in me. I struggled to understand what he saw in a nonentity like me. He would grab every opportunity to praise me, often quite undeservedly so.
When I was in grade 7, I was the only one at home with my parents. Every day my father would heat water early in the morning and prepare the bathroom for me. He would then wake me up to bath while he polished my shoes, fixed my uniform and prepared my breakfast and lunch box. He took seriously the little things that mattered to me. In retrospect, clearly not everything made sense to him but he focused on me, not on the things. On the other hand my mother always made sure I was comfortable as a person. She was ever assuring and in her own way made me feel special. I could open up to her with my insecurities and she had a way of making me feel my worries, while legitimate, were nothing big. If I was late in coming back from school for any reason, I would be sure to meet her on the way following me to school. On the days I didn’t find anything home to take to school for lunch, the unsaid standing arrangement was that my mother would come to the nearby shops to buy a scorn for me to have for lunch. Such was the love that engulfed me as I grew up.
In my repeat year of grade 7 at a different school which was less stereotyping on me owing to the absence of my history, I was given an opportunity that changed my life. I was asked to make a wire basket for the then Minister of Education, Honourable Fay Chung, who was scheduled to visit the school. Both my father and mother stayed up with me every night as  diligently worked on this project. My father gave me paint to give it a good finish – it was beautiful. I had the privilege to present the basket to Fay Chung myself in my father’s presence, and I was
allowed to make a very short speech. What excited me the most is not meeting the Minister or presenting the basket to her. I was more excited to have met a different Victor on this occasion, and I hoped this Victor would stay. For the first time in a long time, I felt I was somebody.
I went to St. Annes (Goto) High School in Hwedza. Things changed drastically. It was a new environment not corrupted by my past. I quickly became the best debater in our stream of 3 classes. I represented form ones in a
debating contest with form twos and we won. I participated in a variety show along side my friend Brian Nhanhanga (who is now a renowned musician) and we won a price. I won a price for imitating our then Deputy Headmaster the late Mr. P. Benzi. I served in the church which was prestigious, and I became part of a music group. By form two I was one of the very well behaved, smart and respected pantry boys and girls. By form three I was one of the best debaters in my school. By form four I was a school prefect and Captain of Special Rooms. The school offered me a place for my ‘A’ level studies. By form six I was the school Captain as well as Chairperson
of the Debating club.

After high school, I had the opportunity to join Anglo American Corporation as a cleaner almost soon after completing my ‘A’ level. I used my ‘O’ level results to get the job. I felt fortunate to have something to do while I waited for my ‘A’ level results. I had 7 points for my ‘A’ level, not enough to pursue my first-choice program at
university – Law. I therefore continued to work while I figured the next move. I got promoted to a clerical job in a development that got tongues wagging. It was for nothing but ATTITUDE that I landed this job. I however fell into the hands of my supervisor who made my life a living hell and succeeded in getting me fired. I thought my life
had ended. Here I was – jobless. I now had to vacate a company flat which I lived in and I had to exit the company’s medical aid. Above all I had to stomach the shame of being fired from a job. By the way I was not fired for performance failure in my job, no. I was fired for emergency calling my girlfriend (now my wife) using a fax line
which could make trunk calls. It didn’t take a month for me to lend another job at DHL International as  Customer
Services Agent. I got so much exposure in this job and after a year I left to take up an opportunity in Astra Corporation. I went through four years of training in Astra as a Shipping Management Cadet. Upon completing I joined SMM Holdings and quickly rose to become General Manager for Zimbabwe in a logistics group of five companies in Zimbabwe and South Africa.

In 2008 I established my first company. The printing company did well under a very difficult economic environment in Zimbabwe at the time. To expand the business I partnered with two very talented creative entrepreneurs and together we established M3 Communications. By 2011, the company had grown to market value of almost a million US dollars. This was phenomenal given the adverse business conditions at the time. I left
M3 Communications to embark on a soul-searching journey and figure what it is that I really wanted to do with my life. In 2012 I met an extremely creative entrepreneur on the African continent, Audra Wilson Max. It didn’t take time for us to desire to collaborate and I joined Brand Africa Global as Operations Director. My experiences
between 2012 and 2016 brought so much self-awareness. I became aware of my creative potential during this period. It started off scary, got to be unbelievable and ended up comfortable as I let my creative
self be. In 2015 I answered a call to champion the founding of Vertical Momentum – and that was the best decision I made.