emmanuel makandiwa

Of prophets and spirit mediums

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, they say if there was no elephant in the jungle, the buffalo would probably claim to be the biggest animal. But today, even if th...

Religion: An African’s dilemma

This villager writes this instalment fully aware that those with closed minds do not worry about their mind gathering dust, to them history is like a national social security number, too long, u...

BBA: Much ado about nothing

Every time in the theatre of the African jungle, an impala knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be eaten. Every time a lion wakes up, it knows it must outrun the slowest impala or it...

Inside a polygamous marriage

Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
In the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, a man who swallows a mango seed, surely trusts that he has a big opening, for, t...

BBA: When adults play house

Isdore Guvamombe
In the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, a chicken’s prayer doesn’t affect a hawk, but that does not make the chicken give up the pra...

A goat skinner attending an Indaba

Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
Goat skinner’s mentality! This is the only diction this villager from the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve could find most apt to describe ...

Copac madness gone too far

Isdore Guvamombe
Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the animal called democracy is an idiot. To many villagers — of course deemed primitive a...

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Fishing from a mud rut

In the village, in the land of milk honey and dust or Guruve if you like, a he-goat is never a master of courtship. His is a loud massif appeal, so public that one has to make sure he or ...

Sun sets on Mutorashanga

Isdore Guvamombe Features Editor
Every Sunday afternoon, onion-shaped women competed to dance in single file, in front of a bumper crowd of men, other women not so gifted in ...

Rhodesia, fish and dam tactic

Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
In the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the war had raged on and the skies had not been very generous either. The year was...

Our country, our independence

In 1980 in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, a comet or tailed star (according to village lingo) had uncharacteristically crossed the sky and seen by everybody. Thereafter, elders stud...