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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 with morsels of sadza and peanut butter. This was not the first time I had eaten and […]
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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 covered up wearing a thick woollen long gray dress and a heavy black jacket. To lighten up this rather […]
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We cannot tell if the village love we had in the past was going to remain the same. We can only hope to find more love in the future, perhaps in a different place. WE met Misheck, my cousin Piri’s former husband at Hwedza Growth Point last week. When Piri saw Micheck dressed in a […]
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday Out of five of my aunts, vana mainini vangu, the uncles singled out Mainini Mildred because she is the only one who has not turned away from our traditions and still honours the ancestors.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “CECIL is dead,” announced my niece Shamiso. My cousin Piri quickly placed her beer bottle on the table and switched off the blurring noise on television. She sat up and said. “Matii chii? Cecil afa? Nematambudziko.” Piri shook my hand to offer her condolences.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “ALL our seven children live in England. We have no one left here. This one is our first born. He is teaching maths in England. This one here is our second born. She is a nurse in England. And this boy, who is smiling at us, is a lawyer, also in England. […]
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Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday “So what kind of married woman is your niece if she puts such a profile picture on Facebook and uses the same picture for Whatsapp?” fumed Philemon as he stood next to me in the car park near his workplace.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday “I SAW a ghost,” said my cousin Piri as she climbed back into the car, frantically closing the door and telling me to drive off quickly. I obeyed the order and drove fast along the potholed road. It was on one of those dark overcast cold nights when the moon had gone […]
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday In Africa, mismanaging time results in mismanaging resources as well. Africans must move with time or time will leave them behind.
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OUR neighbour Jemba, the one who is always hunting, is looking for a wife. He is tired of living alone. He left the village many years ago to work at a Safari lodge in Hwange as a waiter. While over there he married a very nice woman and they had three children. Jemba’s parents and […]
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Dr Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday LAST Saturday afternoon I walked into my dressmaker’s workroom which is at the back of an old hotel in Harare. Mai Chaka, the dressmaker, was sitting next to her sewing machine eating sadza with meat mixed with vegetables.
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Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday Gone are the days when we lived in the village and any adult could discipline us. When we were growing up in the village, my mother hardly ever used the stick on us.
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday Although Chisadza had no right to give or take away land, we still obey the boundaries he pegged. We cannot undo history. We will hand over the half an acre that we took from our neighbours because it is not good to keep fighting about land for a long time.
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Sekai Nzenza on Wednesday It was at that time, when I became a born again Christian during my youth, that I stopped laughing loudly the way village girls used to do . . . At night, I also stopped going to the moonlight village dances. . .
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Sekai Nzenza On Wednesday THE elders used to say, a man who is incapable of lying will never marry (Zirume risinganyepi hariwani). In those days, the elders meant that a young man looking for a wife must learn the art of flattery and create fantasies of romance.