A couple of years ago, I wrote a blog post I titled, ‘Silence Does Not Suit Me’, an exuberantly defiant ode to my right to freely express myself as I chose. In it, I observed of the the self-doubt that often accompanies speaking up about things that are deemed unpopular or supposedly best left unchallenged, “You start to think that maybe they [the silent people … Continue reading This Silence Cannot Be All There Is
What do they really mean when they call you a ‘radical’? Before I go any further, I am going to quickly disclaim that these musings are, in no way, academic or scientific. A question simply came into my mind Sunday evening as I planned for the week ahead and I decided to expand on it by writing about it. There is humour in this piece, … Continue reading So what do they really mean when they label you a ‘radical’?
The main traffic light that filters vehicles turning right from Harare’s Avondale Shopping Centre always seems to take an inordinate amount of time to change from red to green. And like many things requiring patience, this is a strange and testing phenomenon for motorists in a city whose worn and constricted roads are primed for daily aggressive driving and manoeuvring. For what feels like minutes, … Continue reading What Remains For Zimbabwe After Empathy?
Last night I gave myself a phone call I wanted to purge myself Hear my own voice lulling me to sleep Telling me to keep faith and hang my tears to dry ‘’They called me a fag again today’’ I heard myself say My voice hoarse, packed with weariness ‘’They said I’m an idiot for always being on my own’’, My voice breaking now, giving … Continue reading Last Night I Gave Myself A Phone Call by Zibusiso Mpofu
We were on a family holiday in the Eastern Highlands in December of 1998 when my father received a call that was redirected from his office in Bulawayo. It was pretty urgent since it was a prestigious school in Bulawayo calling to confirm that I had been accepted to start my Form 2 studies with them at the beginning of the new year. To say that … Continue reading Getting Over The Bullying Years by Ruvimbo Janet Tuwe
It’s as if I have held you in my arms In this, your short life, But someone snatched you from me Because I wanted you to see the sun I wanted you to hold the dream And not to chase the wind Like a baton wielding policeman I wanted you to keep the faith And the trust deep in your heart And see your tomorrows … Continue reading ‘When They Die Young’ by Ethel Irene Kabwato
In life, there is usually that one person that you remember one day many years later, and sigh and think out loud, “What would have happened if I’d have been brave enough to give us a chance?” And you will never know the answer to that question because you never gave yourself the opportunity to find out because you were scared; afraid that it wouldn’t … Continue reading Never offer your heart to someone who eats hearts