A love letter to my Shona heritage, my country, and my continent, If These Walls Were Wallets is an exploration of a diasporan, oftentimes trans-atlantic Pan-African identity. That is, an identity that often sparks feelings of dislocation and trepidation upon entry into
society, an identity that sometimes feels like the very antithesis of the word when acceptance of it can trigger bigotries of the ugliest kinds, enforced with the most welcoming of façades. 

The cast of characters in this film display a distinct split dichotomy of being: they are simultaneously hardened and vulnerable, sensitive to the needs of those that matter to them but simultaneously distant. One of the most important questions this film asks is in regards to the integrity of all the institutions we hold dear and sacred; if they were created by us - imperfect beings - they deserve to be reconfigured because, as a result of the exploitative nature of their construction, there will forever be an inequality and disparity unless the foundations are re-examined. The title refers to the walls of homes that refer to individuality, prisons that refer to anarchy and supposed order and justice, the walls of capitalism and the walls of psychological isolation among many others.

This film is about prosperity in the face of struggle; that is the construct of African DNA and I hope to print a frank, symbolic retelling of our collective history on celluloid.