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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday On New Year’s Day, some women from around here woke up very early to smash their traditional household clay pots. “I no longer want to be associated with you because I am a new creature in Christ!” each woman shouted as she threw small and big clay pots onto the rocks, breaking the […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday Robert Moffat, the great missionary, came to this country and opened up the first mission at Inyati near Bulawayo on December 26, 1859, more than 160 years ago.
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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 have stopped at our old shopping centre. This place was the life of all the villages around here before independence. I take another […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday We are known for what new professions we have learnt in formal schooling. And yet, there are those skills we used to learn just by seeing or observing. Or simply by virtue of genetic talent.
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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 be. We are going to South Africa. Piri has a new passport, the first one she has ever got. […]
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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 the husband, the family and the church.
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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 passing and also in reference to age. She laughs and says, “Sis, kunonzi kuchembera,” […]
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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 blistering heat at the foothills of the Mhandamiri Mountains in the Eastern Highlands burying Spencer.
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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 at me but gazing at a photo of an African woman carrying a baby on her back, a big bucket of water on […]
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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, they look at me and say, huh? Then they say, “That’s not funny dad.” And they walk away, just like […]
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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 toes and one bled from a nasty cut on his forehead. There was blood all over his blue uniform.
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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.
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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.
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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 see the cream or perhaps brown lacy brassiere underneath.
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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 place in Harare, not know Saizi, the tall giant man responsible for many petty thefts around Mbare since the late