As promised, I am posting transcripts of my interviews with Zimbabwean writers and publishers as the Caine Prize for African Writing workshop happens this month in Zimbabwe. Below is an interview I conducted with Tendai Huchu, author of ‘The Hairdresser of Harare’. I reviewed this book a few years ago and you can find the review here. You can find the other interviews that I … Continue reading Caine Prize Workshop 2014: Interview With Writer, Tendai Huchu
Snippets of this interview appeared in an article published this week ahead of the Caine Prize for African Writing Workshop happening in Zimbabwe this year. Fungai Machirori (FM): Why is the Caine Prize returning to Zimbabwe? How was the decision arrived at? Lizzy Attree (LA): The Caine Prize has long wanted to hold a workshop in Zimbabwe and support Zimbabwean writers, but has not felt … Continue reading Caine Prize Workshop 2014: Interview With Director, Lizzy Attree
One of my best friends is Ndebele. In an ideal world, saying this should mean nothing. In fact, it shouldn’t even be said. But the world is not ideal and signifiers of difference are a way, a standard, of understanding ourselves and each other. Ndlovu. It is a surname that – if you are Zimbabwean – you will instantly recognise as not Shona, which is … Continue reading A Memorial To A Moment Of Madness
I am still recovering from the disbelief I experienced earlier today when I read an opinion piece forthrightly titled ‘Why women Hate Pokello’. An anonymous writer, a Zimbabwean woman I presume, enters into a long narrative about why ‘we’ Zimbabwean women HATE Pokello Nare, one of the Zimbabwean representatives in the Big Brother House this year. We hate her because she is full of herself … Continue reading The problem with hating Pokello
I am well and truly overcome. With anger. Yesterday as I went about loading my washing, one of my new housemates had the nerve to put his grubby hands on my waist as he passed me by, acting like it was okay to touch me without my consent. I recoiled in horror and all he gave me was a smile that I read to mean, … Continue reading Don’t touch me – I don’t come cheap!
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