Growing up we always have the fantasy where we get married to the most handsome guy… but life doesnt always turn out that way, does it?
Imagine you traveled from Harare to Johannesburg hoping to make a better life. Then you find there are no jobs. Your stomach is rumbling. You enter the supermarket hoping to buy a bun with your last coin. While you stand in the confectionery aisle a complete stranger does this….
A smart aleck once said “if Africa was a bar, Zambia and Zimbabwe would be the two guys fighting over a white girl named Victoria.” (continued)
It’s taken me a whole three decades to come to the conclusion that fat, sidudla mafehlefehle are nothing but words. These words may describe the way I look but they do not define who I am.
I was all alone, my baby lying on my lap, both of us seated outside on a bench at the clinic. The nurses had told me my daughter needs to see a doctor. The doctors are on strike…
Forcing wheelchair users to have to constantly look for assistance from strangers perpetuates the dangerous and false stereotype that using a wheelchair renders a person incapable of taking care of themselves. The notion that wheelchair users are charity cases requiring assistance from the society is untrue and is far from the reality.
March 29, in 2008, in that booth where my vote was my secret, with a smug smile and self-satisfied assurance, I put my imprints proudly on to the candidate many of our citizens were so convinced was our Political Messiah. Whether this was actual or notional was another story But Morgan Tsvangirai was unarguably the man of the moment…
The baby’s head had been trying to come out for quite some time, I was afraid we were going to lose the baby because the mother kept on squeezing the head. So I eventually told her to push and it was so freaking scary. l was crying the whole time (cont)
So you can imagine my initial thoughts, on December 23rd, when I walked out of my gate and saw a man begging a white motorist for a few Rand. Immediately I noticed that his English had the Shona accent…
Up until 2008, Babamukuru was a very strong man. He would ride on his ‘black horse’ bicycle for often long distances. A great farmer, an accomplished builder, a stylish cobbler, and an outstanding iron-smith, he was a very innovative and practical man. Babamukuru was a jack of all trades.