Things boys did growing up

Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, there was peace, goodness and jollity. I bought coca-cola from the village shop atop a rock promontory and opened it. The spectacul...

Prophet Magaya on the cross

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, issues about religion and religiosity, the art and the belief, occupy a very important space in social...

Day of reckoning comes

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Being Rhodesia, the white race was semi-god and you would challenge that race at your own peril

Revenge not the answer

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, if you like, I locked up cattle in the kraal without much ado. I then tethered the goats under the sil...

The trials, tribulations of cattle herders

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, it was a bright April mid-morning, a few days after closing schools. Being almost harvest time, I set ...

The slogan and education during war

Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve — if you like — the war was never a stroll in the park. By October of the Year of the People’s Power, combatants from Zanla, the mili...

The town visit that ended in tears

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve our home lay serene, shabby and dusty as ever in the late afternoon sun. Under the late afternoon heat, ...

Santoga Project an insult to Vic Falls

Isdore Guvamombe Tourism Matrix Victoria Falls town has largely remained a natural and remote vestige, making this world class tourist attraction one of the Best World Heritage sites. Tourism and Hos...

The ultimate warrior

Isdore  Guvamombe Reflections Under the blistering mid-morning heat, I set off herding cattle towards the bend on Mupinge River — aptly named Gonyo, the Korekore dialect for a bend. My bare feet and ...
rainfall

The rainy season in the village

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, looking at a king’s mouth one would never think he ever suckled from his mother. And, yet everyone went...

Starting a veld fire in the village

Isadore Guvamomber Reflections It was October. Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve and day after day of cloudless skies had allowed the sun to suck moisture