The Zodwa matter went to the censorship board. I imagine the board members drove all the way to the office in their $30,000 Ford Rangers. I imagine around the oval boardroom table was a neat row of mineral water and Mazoe Orange bottles, for them to sip on while discussing Zodwa’s weighty matters.
I’ve been wondering, a lot, about all that’s going on in Zimbabwe. You read the news, you hear from friends and relatives, and you get the picture. And, naturally, you start imagining the kinds of solutions that could end the cyclical pain and suffering…
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This morning I woke up in a frenzied panic. No! It was not because I had a nightmare. It is because I woke up thinking of that which had kept me up till way after midnight: how am I going to survive Zimbabwe with all that is happening?
My lengthy bachelorhood and living in Harare – which is a cultural melting pot – enabled me to date women from different tribes. I can’t say I found Karangas to be better kissers than Ndebeles. With the lights dimmed and Marvin Gaye CD rotating, Karanga, Korekore, Matebele and Zezuru lips possess the same texture and taste.
If you believe in your so called prophet, good for you. But before you tell me that he can “heal me”, I have a few questions…
In the photograph that caused my heart to shed a tear, Tait holds the Zimbabwe flag to her face. Just that single photograph tells the sad story of Zimbabwe. When I learned her personal story, it was easy to see why she took that picture.
Recently, a woman lost her life after Karoi municipal police officers threw traffic spikes in front of a moving car which led to the driver fleeing and ramming into her. It is not the only such incident. How many lives should be lost for everyone to realise that an alternative deterrent should be devised in order to make drivers abide by the law?
The men sit in the house waiting to be served while the women slave away all day – peeling, chopping, cooking, cleaning and minding the children. The men discuss important matters and call for more beer every once in a while…
“A couple of grade seven girls said to me oh my gosh, why aren’t you wearing a bra? You look so disgusting! I was so broken. It still gets me so emotional”