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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...
Op1

A wedding party on New Year’s Eve

Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday There was a wedding on New Year’s Eve in Harare. No, I was not related to the groom or bride. In fact, I had never met them before. The groom was the son of the landlord whe...

Christmas rain and the promise of love

Sekai Nzenza Correspondent We are walking around the fields with my cousin Piri. Surrounding us are small healthy plants of germinating maize, each with four or five leaves. It was not like this four...

Memories of a village Xmas

Sekai Nzenza  on Wednesday IN this village homestead, on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day we paid respect to Jesus Christ because he saved us from our sins. Then we poured beer on the ground before th...
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

Days of beating up women are over

Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday The young man from Nhiriri Village beat up his wife because he said she was due for disciplining. In the middle of the night, when all was quiet and only the owls and hyenas...