farming

A visit from new relatives

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday MY aunt, or Tete from Gutu and her Apostolic group of women friends clad in white robes were coming to stay for one night on their way to all-night prayers outside Harare la...

Village celebrations

Dr Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday Welcome to a rainy Independence Day celebration reporting directly from our kitchen hut right here on the foothills of the Hwedza mountains along Save River. Thirty-five ...

The tragic world we live in

“Every time you read the news, you get to know that someone has been killed mercilessly,” said my cousin Reuben, moving away from the computer where he had been sitting and reading the news and catch...
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A good woman must stay in the village

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday THE WhatsApp message from my niece Shamiso said, “Hello Tete, it stopped raining here in Bocha on the 5th of February and then it has not rained ever since. There will be no...
Jesus on the cross

The cleansing of sin on Good Friday

Sekai Nzenza  on Wednesday As Good Friday approaches, I am reminded of the suffering of Christ more than any other time during the year. And I feel guilty of sin. And yet, before knowing about Christ...
Zimbabwe is caught up in the Victorian era, of uniforms, race and class segregation in as far as maids are concerned

The legacy of the Zim house maid

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday Today, it is unusual to walk into a big house in Zimbabwe and not see a maid in uniform. There is also a standard design for a maid’s uniform. It must be long and the hem mu...

The struggle to eat less meat

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday After eating a plateful of mazondo or slowly cooked ox trotters and a mountain of sadza, my cousin Reuben patted his stomach and said he needed to eat less meat. This daily ...

Maguta: Memories of plenty

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “We are looking for food because our fields got burnt by the sun,” said the young mother sitting cross-legged in our village courtyard. She was accompanied by two others, on...

Mourning our chiefs on Facebook

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “Haa, the chief has just died,” said my cousin Reuben looking on the Facebook page on his Iphone. I said nothing. “Did you not hear what I just said? I said, Chief, Mambo, i...

Longing for love on Valentine’s

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday My cousin Reuben was telling us a story. He said the previous week he was in Mutoko acting as a go-between or munyai during a marriage for a family friend called MaDube. Thi...
MHOFU TOTEM

The silent gaps in our history

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “I do not have a totem,” said the smart-looking student wearing a white T-shirt, white athletic shoes and carrying a grey back pack. “But I thought we all had totems,” said ...
PROSTITUTION

Harare: Sex and the city

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday People said she drank in bars full of men and she walked the streets. Maybe she did not exactly walk the streets, kuita pfambi, because African women were not allowed in the...

Our discomfort with racial mixing

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday “Don’t you think it is strange that black and white people in Zimbabwe do not mix socially?” asked Doug, who was visiting from Australia. Doug is my friend Alison’s boyfrien...