Ngozi and the moral law of non-violence

“ THESE days, what makes news is violence, tragedy, angry emotions and maybe some African tribesmen jumping up and down with axes threatening to kill each other,” said my cousin Reuben, the one who i...

Hunhu: An African way of life

WHEN we lived in the village compound, the elders referred to a good person as munhu, meaning he was a human being with certain behaviours and characteristics that made him a good person. Munhu....

Technology vs loss of traditional protocol

WHEN we lived in the village, before the liberation war, there was no phone anywhere nearby, except at Muzorori & Sons Store. The other phones were at Hwedza Hospital, Kwenda Methodist Mission a...

Dancing to the sound of mbira

I USED to dance to the sound of mbira. Rhythm came naturally to me. I had this effortless movement to stamp my feet in unison with everyone. But, at the Book Café in Harare last Friday, I discov...

Saving the sacred land of our ancestors

THERE was a time when we did not talk about saving the environment, climate change, cutting down trees or the drought. In those days, the rivers, the land, the trees and the animals were all par...

Nhomba: Immunisation in colonial days

If my grandmother, Mbuya VaMandirowesa had her way back in the days of Rhodesia, long before we Africans got the right to vote, none of the children in the village compound would have been immun...

The secrets to a good marriage

Friedrich Nriedrich Nietzsche, a German philosopher, during the late 19th century once said: “It is not a lack of love but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.” I remember reading ...

An African white wedding

ONE time in the village, long before independence, there was a wedding. We ate so much beef, chicken and rice. Then we danced to gramophone records alternating with the drum and hosho until

The stone silence of our ancestors

Dr Sekai Nzenza
“Among the gold mines of the inland plains between the Limpopo and Zambezi rivers (there is a) . . . fortress built of stones of marvellous size, and there ap...

Dancing to free the soul

Sekai Nzenza

“Sis, do not invite me again to a party where the majority of people are married couples, educated people, regular church goers or rich people,” said Piri as ...

The Buffalo departed

Sekai Nzenza

Back in the village, they called my mother by her totem, Nyati the Buffalo. When she came to Harare due to ailments of old age, there was nothing for her to d...

The silence of our mothers

Sekai Nzenza

Opposite the noisy night club near where they roast meat at Mereki’s in Warren Park, there is a row of houses. By now, residents in these houses are probably ...