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BACK in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve a tune is made meaningful by lyrics or simply put, many analogies and idioms elucidate a point. Only the cock crows. If a hen crows, kill it. They say avoid marrying a proud woman, for she cannot share you with others.
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BACK in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the elders with cotton tuft heads say the average girl would rather have beauty than brains, for, she knows the average -
Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust, or Guruve, good fortune has its own consequences: if you have five wives you have five tongues and five brains to deal with. During the just ended Heroes Holiday, this villager visited a cousin, a member of the Johanne Marange -
Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, belief in witchcraft is as old as the mountains and the ancient rivers, if not as old as life itself. Unlike the characteristic witches of -
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BACK in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, no sun sets without its own history, for, a people without history unknowingly reduce the value of life to being the cheapest commodity.
As we prepare to celebrate the Heroes and Defence Forces Holiday this coming week, it is important to acknowledge the unequalled role played by spirit mediums, not only in inspiring the liberation war but equally in guiding and protecting the liberation fighters.
The intervention by spirit mediums was divine, complex and larger than life, forcing the churches and Christianity to play second fiddle.
Unlike all other mediums, Nehanda is believed to have two separate, equally legitimate traditions of mediums, one in the Manzou (Mazowe) region near Harare, the other in Dande, north of Guruve.
The legendary medium of the Mazowe Nehanda, a woman named Charwe, was a major leader of the 1894-96 rebellion against the new colonial state- Rhodesia. -
The crowd reverberates into a frenzy of madness as a ghostly figure moves on stage in a staggering gait, simultaneously unleashing his asymmetrical, ropy dreadlocks from underneath a cowboy hat.
As the dreadlocks fly in all directions, the man starts singing in a trance-like stunt, his deep bellowing voice blending with the twing-twang of the sacred mbira, a shifting tapestry of percussion, plunking guitars and a heartthrob of pounding drums. The cross-rhythm from the African drum seals the music magic. -
Isdore Guvamombe Reflections
Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, when consultations for the truth are made from one spirit province to another and from the most junior to the most senior ancestor, the -
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BACK in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the elders with cotton-tuft heads say never blame God for having created the lion, but thank Him for not giving it wings. Imagine if -
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In the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, God is too huge a figure, too feared, too respected, too important and too distant for any one single person to claim to have express access to Him.
Going to God involves an entire ancestral lineage, passing the message from one foregone generation to another and hence it is a misnomer for small boys to claim to have access to God. It is tantamount to belittling the Almighty. Again no one is expected to make money with God, but to seek His hand in making money. -
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 the elephant is thin, he is still the lord of the jungle, superior and marauding, though at times portraying himself as a calm and subtle giant.
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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, useless and needed only upon leaving one’s job.
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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 will starve to death.
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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, the undigested seed would want to come out one day. What with the dictates of nature!
And, it is a true moral truism that when you see a lizard nodding, don’t think it is happy, in fact, it is its nature. The northern patch of this land is the one that is hot and rugged. There, the Matosiadonha Mountains run along the Zambezi escarpment in outstanding bravery, defiance and stubbornness. -
Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
In the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, no sun sets without its own histories. Even ugliness becomes a brand with its own stories for night talk. Here, the grey haired say, a person who stammers would eventually say “father”.
It might be delayed, but the word will eventually come out. So it is never too late!
The village soothsayer, the ageless autochthon of knowledge and wisdom says the world is a shallow place and there is no denying it. We are all so busy fawning over handsome guys and beautiful women that sometimes we forget about the ugly. -
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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 prayers. There is always hope that the prayers will be answered, one day. Just one day!
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