The secret to a long lasting marriage

Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday “Village marriages last longer than urban ones,” says my cousin Piri, wistfully looking at a couple sharing soft drinks and fresh buns at Muzorori & Sons store. We ha...

A visit to South Africa

Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday On the plane, Piri sits quietly in the window seat. Her excitement is beyond bounds. She is not speaking but is twiddling her fingers and taking short breaths. I let her ...
JEALOUS

A tale of women and the pain of jealousy

Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday Mai Joseph and Mai Ruth laughed together and drank their tea. Taking turns to speak, they said their lives were what they were and once married, their commitment was to t...

Celebrating, the fullness of life

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday I HAVE a few grey hairs on the side of my head and a couple at the front. And maybe more on my head and elsewhere. Maybe. So I mention this to my cousin Piri, just in passin...
The gonyeti was Spencer’s true love. Women and children came second

The truck driver from the Eastern Highlands

Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday At Spencer’S funeral last week, it was the girlfriend in the red dress who cried more than his two wives and the five children. We stood on a rocky outcrop in the blister...
Queen Nzinga

The legacy of Africa’s unsung women warriors

Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday “SAKA, Sis, makazowana ma equal rights aya?” Piri asked, meaning, did I ever achieve equal rights with men. “Is that what Sis wanted?” my niece Shamiso asked, not looking...

Sharing humour in the Internet age

Dr Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “MY children have the humour and laughter of English people,” said my cousin Reuben, the one who lives in Australia. “And when I tell them funny stories from the village,...
Stories abounded of murderous businessmen who killed for rituals

Bhinya, the evil rich man in our village

Dr Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday Children from the village school came shrieking down the hill and streamed through our gate. Some had fallen down in the sudden stampede and had bruised knees, bleeding t...
Most Africans believe that cremation is disrespectful to the dead, for how does one become an ancestor when all his remains are reduced to a box of ashes?

The cook, madam’s rare friendship

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday For 35 years, Zachariah Tobaiwa cooked for a white Zimbabwean couple. During his first 10 years with them, he did not eat the food he cooked for them.
THE THREE WITCHES . . . Witchcraft is a thorny issue in most societies the world over, as is depicted in William Shakespeare’s play “Macbeth”. In Africa, death, like sickness, is perceived to be linked to a supernatural third force

Death and the fear of witchcraft

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday Our cousin Laiza no longer comes back to the village because she says there are too many witches roaming around the gravesites at night looking for those who died recently.
GARDEN  OF EDEN . . . The forest is an open orchard for the rural folk and especially the young to pick wild fruit of the dry season

Pfumvudza, the Zim spring of rebirth

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday The lovers stood by the village road side. They were slightly hidden by the new leaves of the spring pfumvudza bushes. She wore a transparent red blouse and you could easily...
In the village it is believed that a thief is a thief and if the law does not punish him, one day the ancestors will

The thief who came from our village

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday The chief village thief sat among elders at the wedding in Mbare on Saturday. I recognised him immediately. How could anyone who passed through Mbare Musika, the main market...

Drinking alcohol responsibly

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday THE first time I got drunk, I was five or maybe six- years-old. I cannot remember exactly how old I was because I was drunk from real nice warm village beer that was mixed w...

Travel, memories of home

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “Where are you from? Let me guess, you are from Ghana!” I shake my head. The elderly white man scratches his balding head a bit and looks at me from top to bottom. I am all ...