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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday— WELCOME to the wedding at St Paul´s Anglican Church in Old Highfields. It is Saturday, the 3rd of December. The dressing theme for the wedding is red, yellow and black.
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Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday— When Fidel Castro died last week, my cousin Reuben wiped his misty eyes. I think he was crying. But I am not sure. Then he called our cousin Sam, the one who is married to Lita, a Cuban woman and said, “Hey Bro, the old revolutionary has left us.”
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday— My grandmother, Mbuya VaMandirowesa hated soap. Any soap. She said soap smelt bad and it was full of white man’s medicine that was not good for the skin.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday— During the weekly prayer gathering, the pastor’s wife, Mai Mufundisi, teaches lifestyle changes to young women. She tells them that the church’s role is not only to help them grow spiritually, but to provide education to young women like my niece Shamiso who has not been exposed to new Western ways of living.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday—- LAST Sunday morning, 36 years after independence, I entered the Anglican Cathedral in Harare for the morning service. I would not normally go there, but my little grandchild was being baptised with the name Ariana Munyengetero.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “Kuti ndipfume, regai ndiende ku church ndinopa zvipo,” says my cousin Piri, jokingly announcing that she would like to go to church and give tithes so she can get rich.
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Dr Sekai Nzenza: On Wednesday “IF you were born in a hospital, please raise your hand,” said Miss Rwodzi, our Grade One teacher at St Columbus School. There were about 50 or more pupils in the class. We sat on reed mats and goat skins holding our writing boards or zviredhi, on our laps. This was a […]
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “Hatina mutupo. Mutupo wedu ndi Jesu (We have no totem. Our totem is Jesus).” These were the words of my niece’s aunt, Mai Magumbo, when she arrived at our village around 10am on Saturday morning. We had never met her before. But family relationships had forced us to meet for the […]
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday THIS time last year, I was driving to the village with my cousin Piri as usual. As we were heading towards the Hwedza Mountains at sunset. I said to her, “Have you ever been to Victoria Falls?” Piri shook her head to say she had not been to Victoria Falls. “And have you […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday During the dry season, the dogs in our village and those from way beyond the mountains, follow the sound of the village drum at night. It does not matter how far the drum sound is coming from, these dogs will get there because they know that a beast has been […]
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday My mother’s drum called Zino Irema has disappeared. Zino Irema is loosely translated to say the tooth is a fool because it presents itself to people and is used for smiles, even when the smile is not real or genuine. Zino Irema is the drum of my childhood. There was not just […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday Sunday afternoon, in the blistering heat, I was driving on a dusty winding road, along the Hwedza mountains going to the village. Then I saw an elderly lady flagging me to stop, obviously wanting a lift. She balanced a big bag on her head, and carried a plastic bag in […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday One of our relatives, a cousin called Sam, has returned home after many years living in Cuba. He brought along with him his Cuban wife and three children. They drove from Harare to their village, a few kilometres from us. There was a lot of celebration to welcome Sam back […]
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Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday IT is 11.05pm on Saturday night last week. We are all gathered in a big round hut in the Honde Valley. Except for two bright cellphone lights, it’s very dark. But we can see each other very well in the dim light. On the right side and sitting on the bench […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday BACK in the village, we used to live as one big extended family connected together by hukama, family relationships. Our behaviour or magariro edu, pahukama, was guided by hunhu, humanness and spiritual obedience to the ancestors and to God.