The hare has no known kingdom

Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, although a hare is known for its proclivity for tricks and predilection for...

grasshoppers

Remembering our first independence

IN the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve sticks in a bundle are unbreakable inasmuch as several ants will not fail to pull a grasshopper.
The autochthonous spirit mediums...

The village prayer that never was

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve dogs do not actually prefer bones to meat; the fecundity of it is that no one ever gives them meat.
The village soothsayer, t...

The parcel that shook the village

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust, or Guruve, the heavist of all rains does not wash off the spots of a leopard. There, scars are reminders of the past and there, no sun se...

The ugly scars of Rhodesia

Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, village elders with cotton tuft heads say no amount of cosmetics can beautify a frog. It is ugly. There, it is a fallacy to ap...

Killing the dead for a living

Isdore Guvamombe

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, no matter how good looking and expensive a coffin is, no one wishes to die imme...

The ‘kaffirs’ and of Rhodesia

Reflections By Isdore Guvamombe
Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust, elders say whenever a person breaks a stick in the forest, let him consider what it...

Valentine gift from Botswana

Isdore Guvamombe
This villager will not spit his venomous ink on this year’s Valentine’s Day as requested and expected by his legion of readers, for, in the village in the ...

From the village to Madrid

In the village, in the land of milk honey and dust or Guruve, one who plants grapes by the road side, and one who marries a pretty woman, share the same problem - every passerby wants to taste. ...

This is just a warning!

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections

IT was the early days of the rainy season in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve. At mid-morning, the sky was yawningly...

Memories of the festive season

Reflections Isdore Guvamombe

A big goat does not sneeze without reason! Taking a sabbatical and retreating to the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, ...

lionbirth

Lioness litters 8 cubs

Isdore Guvamombe Features Editor
A LIONESS on birth control pills has given birth to a record eight cubs in one litter at the Lion and Cheetah Park on the outskirts of Harare...

Memories of village football

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections
Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve elders with cotton tuft heads say a bird does not sing because it has an answer...