Chivayo Wicknell

Critics will always be there Sir Wicknell

Dear Sir Firstly, hearty greetings from the village autochthons in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve. Secondly, the entire ancestral lineage is extremely happy with the work you have done as...

Of the judiciary system and spirit mediums

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust, the spirit medium Nyanhewe’s sacred shrine was perched on a rock promontory, exuding an air that was eerie and pr...

Remembering the crestfallen girl child

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, slithers of sunlight tore the dark cloud apart, give a glimpse of hope to the two pupils as they fox-trotted to the distant school. ...

Harare city fathers sleeping on the job

A few moons ago, there was a sustained operation to get rid of vendors in Harare’s city centre and this villager, the son of a peasant, was not amused. So bad and widespread was vending that it was n...
Muammar Gaddafi

Time for Africa to solve her problems

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk honey and dust, the ancestors and God gave each land its autochthons — the original people with authoritative historical claim to...

Reliving the village mischief

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections  BACK in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the day dawned with cold mist. Boys were supposed to be strong and herd cattle despite the weather: c...

The day we lost our school uniforms

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve the moon rose slowly, tentatively and imperceptibly, its soft silhouette rays breaking the virginity of the night.

The glee, gloom of village life

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve the sun somehow set swiftly, sending the village into a brief rush, as villagers went to and fro, locki...