Empowering Female Migrant Entrepreneurs in NZ
Kazakhstan → Aotearoa
You are enough as you are.
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Elina Ashimbayeva has spent fourteen years in Aotearoa and now calls it one of her homes. Her family is in Kazakhstan, where she was born and raised. Right now, she is in New York, a year into an acting programme.
As the founder of Storyo, a storytelling platform where she has interviewed more than two hundred people, Elina is used to asking others questions. In this conversation, there is a quiet role reversal: she lets me ask about her own journey.
I loved talking with Elina. During the interview, she shares why she refuses to call Storyo a success and the word she uses instead: an ancestral assignment, the work you are quietly meant to do. We also talk about what two hundred interviews have taught her about self doubt, and why you do not need to build something huge to make a real difference.
Elina's story, in her own voice. Press play.↓
Or read Elina’s story below↓
To start, I ask Elina about her childhood and what life was like before New Zealand.
She brings me back to a one-bedroom apartment in Kazakhstan, where she grew up with her single mother and two younger brothers. It was a very communal way of living, where everyone knew everyone else’s business.
You never felt alone, because you were constantly around people.
She looks back on all of it fondly.
I have some nostalgic memories of that.
Elina’s decision to come to New Zealand was almost an accident. She had wanted to study medicine, and was looking at Canada or the UK. New Zealand hadn’t been on the list. Then a classmate mentioned that his brother had done a biomedical degree there. Elina mentioned it, in passing, to a school counsellor who happened, coincidentally, to be the New Zealand ambassador of education for Kazakhstan.
Doors opened. She walked through them.
She was sixteen. Her mother and brothers stayed behind.
I didn’t even know where New Zealand was on the map. I thought it was on the other side of Australia, closer to Asia. And then I was like, no, it’s like all the way down there. Oh my God, it’s such a long and expensive flight back home.
Her very first day exploring Auckland, she caught the 258 bus from her homestay family’s place in Lynfield into the CBD. She walked, not really knowing where she was going, and ended up outside a building she didn’t yet know was called the Ellen Melville Centre. It was raining. She bought a $2 pie from a dairy and sat down to eat it.
Fourteen years later, she wrote a poem about that afternoon.↓
by Elina Ashimbayeva
When I came to Tāmaki on the metal waka with wings all those years ago,
I remember so vividly my first AT hop card swipe
25L all the way from Lynfield
258 back then
I remember the rain while I camped out next to Ellen Melville Centre
eating a $2 pie from the dairy
I remember how the concrete jungle felt so unfamiliar
Sky tower sticking out like a sore thumb
reminding me that I’m a stranger here
14 years have gone by:
the home, or the idea of it shifted and changed
Lights of Symonds Street at night were a swirl
of exam nerves, escape from a bad relationship and hope
Its lights now a memory of too many Snickers pods,
bus rides and best friends
Ellen Melville Centre is a place where you’ve run sold-out events;
and you replaced pies with home-cooked tofu curries
Airport that you know like the back of your hand now
Was once a place your 16-year-old self scarily walked through
No seeds
No food
Nothing to declare /
This place of sails, gorgeous clouds and people
Stole my heart and made its home in it
We talk often about belonging, about not being kiwi enough
or sitting between two cultures
I sit here on the floor at home on Symonds St
How lucky I am to have many homes
And it feels like…
Tap a sense
It tastes like
Toasted marshmallow from Duck Island while you act cool
pretending not to notice Chris Parker in the queue to get ice cream
Like a cup of warm miso getting you through the day
Like a Russian chocolate snack your mum bought in bulk
for you and your partner
It sounds like
Someone blasting your fav tune on K’rd
Like a bird song in a tiny Ponsonby park
you found after your therapy session
Like the hustle of the hospital where you’ve spent years
studying, volunteering, working, recovering
Like someone shouting your name in a crowd at a local election event
Like basketball smacks on the ground,
watching your brother play at Potters Park
It smells like
Schezuan spice in anticipation of hand-pulled noodles
from your local favourite
Like the coconut oil in a massage parlour next door,
hands ready to make your tired body a dough
Like a vegan dish your best friend is making
Like the salty skin of sleepy bodies in the car
from a long trip up north
It looks like
A Palestinian flag screaming ceasefire from multiple city windows
Like Chlöe waving at you while your heart fills with pride
Like the yellow walls of your favourite community MoveSpace
making you feel like home far away from home
Like a warm hug from one of 200 people you’ve interviewed
Faces of some of them beaming from the Phantom billboards
across the library
It feels like
A cool breeze while you watch seagulls fight
for your uneaten snacks on the viaduct harbour
Like the sticky floors of bathrooms in the Basement Theatre
Like the warmth of the winter gardens saving you
from rain and heartache
Like you are holding back the tears witnessing the brilliance
of anything that Nathan Joe touches
When I ask Elina about feeling like home in Auckland, she tells me that this was a process.
I feel like New Zealand is one of those places that requires you quite a bit to feel like home. You kind of need to feel the lay of the land.
When she first arrived, walking around the city, she was struck by how quiet it was.
Where is everyone? Why is it so quiet?
Kazakhstan by contrast was never quiet at 10pm. Every apartment complex had a playground in the middle of it. Thirty kids playing, mothers watching them, chatting. She tells me it made New Zealand harder to feel at home in. You just don’t see people as much.
In her late teens, there was also a year and a half with a man who was manipulative and abusive.
That just left me feeling even less like home.
It was shameful to be in this relationship that I’m controlled by this person. I’m not supposed to text my friends. I’m not supposed to talk about this relationship to anyone, because then he would get upset over it.
Her mother, on the other side of the world, didn’t know how bad it was. Neither did her friends. Elina had always been the strong-minded one, the self-described feminist, and she tells me that was part of what kept her silent.
She didn’t want to worry her mum from that far away.
When the relationship ended, she started to feel a shift. The bad-relationship energy lifted, and she remembers that summer.
I remember crying in bed being like, oh, I feel like home here. I’m not a tourist anymore.
Two and a half, three years in. The Domain. Mission Bay. Takapuna. That was when Auckland became hers.
Now Auckland is my love. I love Auckland and it feels like home everywhere I go. It’s all mine.
Before Storyo, Elina was working in biomedical science. She’d written her thesis on breast cancer. She loved the work. But she started to notice there were other ways to contribute to the world besides medicine.
As a teenager and as a kid, the only way I knew was through medicine or science. And then I got a bit older and I started working and I was like, oh, there’s all these other ways.
She started moving. EY, the Ministry of Education, a music education startup, a postgraduate degree in human rights during COVID, the committee of Women in Tech Auckland, the emergency department. Contribution, she tells me, had never had just one shape.
Around this time, her partner was running a marketing agency and interviewing small business owners for content. He noticed most of the people he was reaching were white men. He came to her one day with a question: what if they interviewed women?
Elina took the idea and made it her own.
She widened it. Women and gender-diverse folks. Mostly people of colour. Everyday people, “not Forbes 30-under-30 founders”. Written interviews at first. Then video. Then in-person events.
None of it was her background.
At every step of the way, I didn’t know what I was doing. After I did all the written stuff, I’m like, okay, I don’t want to write anymore. I want to make videos. I’ve never held a camera in my life.
She interviewed thirty people. Then two hundred.
What Storyo actually became was about people.
I would have comments from people. They met their best friend through an event they attended. Or they got a job through Storyo. One person realised they were on the spectrum and got diagnosed, through coming to one of the events. I gave them money out of pocket to go and do the diagnosis in the hospital.
I’m like, this is the work that I love doing.
When I ask Elina how she defines success for Storyo, given everything she has built, she tells me she has stopped using the word.
I don’t even use that word. I don’t really define success for myself. We have too many connotations with that word, tied with the very capitalist notion of money-making or being known or numbers. The word itself feels very loaded.
Instead, she uses a different frame (inspired by Simone Seol): her ancestral assignment.
I did this course recently. They talked about ancestral assignment, like as if you get an ancestral assignment, this is the work that you’re meant to be doing. I definitely felt that way of Storyo.
She also reframes how she thinks about the results.
If you think about the history of the world, so much amazing work happened, people have died without seeing the fruits of their labour. So it’s nice to reframe and be like, actually, I might not see the fruits of my labour.
Instead, she thinks about seeds.
I know that this work will contribute. It will sow enough seeds that might bloom.
By the end of five years, Elina had interviewed more than two hundred people. When she asked them, in one way or another, whether they felt enough, she kept hearing the same thing: that they often felt they were not.
Having interviewed 200 people who are all wonderful. Social workers, teachers, sex workers, artists. And I’m like, wow, we all feel this way, but we don’t want to feel this way.
She points at something bigger too. Social media pressure, she says.
I think it’s because we’re constantly bombarded with people who are starting their own thing and making money off their own whatever. And I think it makes everyone else maybe feel a bit inadequate.
We live in the systems that were created before us, that kind of support us feeling this way. And I’m like, I don’t want to feel this way.
But she has a different answer to all of it. What she has learned from two hundred people, she tells me, is small and close to home.
You are enough as you are. This is your wonderful, magical, and you create so much. In your little bubble of influence, whether it’s your family or your neighbours and friends.
Everyone is amazing in their own beautiful way.
When it comes to starting something new, Elina thinks we overcomplicate things. We tend to build up a massive checklist of everything we think we need to figure out first.
You don’t know anything and you won’t know anything. You just have to keep going. You don’t need to get it all perfect.
She gives me an example. If someone wants to start a home-baking business they don’t need to think about the shop they might open one day. Before they start, they can just literally make food and offer it to three neighbours.
That’s already scary. That’s a good way to do it. Versus thinking through all the things, because then we will think ourselves out of it, because it’s just too much.
Three neighbours, she tells me, is how she thought about Storyo too.
It doesn’t need to grow big. You might be like, actually three is plenty and I’m tired already. I don’t want to do any more. Cool, great. Or three is perfect. Or 30 is perfect and I’m actually making money now.
To wrap up the interviews, I always ask the same final question: what would you say to the younger version of yourself getting on the plane to come to New Zealand?
For Elina, that means looking back at a sixteen-year-old girl packing her bags in Kazakhstan.
She thinks for a moment.
Oh my God, just give her a hug. Just be like, girl, you’re in for an adventure. Nothing. There’s no advice to give. She did really good with what she had.
She confesses that what she actually needs, right now, is a fifty-year-old Elina to travel back in time and tell her she’s doing okay.
And it’s funny, if you ask me when I’m 50, I probably will give the same answer. She is where she needs to be. She’s learning what she needs to learn.
Either way, she says, the message is the same.
You’re going to be okay. You will be okay.