“You can’t go on all the time being whatever’s necessary. You’ve got to have some conviction…" - Tsitsi Dangarembga From the day you are born, there’s an unspoken expectation to fit in. To behave a certain way. To dream within acceptable limits. To speak only what is deemed polite. Society rewards those who blend in.… Continue reading Authenticity in a World that Demands Conformity: Embracing Your True Colours
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Echoes of Our Stolen Dreams: A reflection on Africa’s Interrupted Trajectory Through Colonisation
I was in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe's second largest city a few days ago when something struck me; I couldn't help but notice how colonial the city's infrastructure is. I have been there numerous times before, yet for some reason I had never really paid attention to it. However, this time around it hit me differently. Once… Continue reading Echoes of Our Stolen Dreams: A reflection on Africa’s Interrupted Trajectory Through Colonisation
Love is not for women like us
"Love is not for women like us Chipo", Gogo told her. "It is a luxury we cannot afford. What good is love in a marriage? Will it feed you? Of course not! Where we come from women like us marry the man who chooses us, the one who can take care of us. You are… Continue reading Love is not for women like us
Easter simplified
Photo by Larissa Guilherme on Pexels.com The season of Easter is one of the most important observations in the Christian calendar. Around this time every year I am reminded of the time when as a child I finished a pack of 6 Easter eggs by myself and spent the next day in bed, sick. I… Continue reading Easter simplified
Breaking the silence: Why I refuse “kupfunda mvura” anymore
Photo by omar william david williams on Pexels.com I recently had a difficult conversation with someone, and I’m fairly certain they now view me as a rebel because of the things I said. What I did is considered taboo where I come from—me, a young woman, confronting an older African man in authority and speaking… Continue reading Breaking the silence: Why I refuse “kupfunda mvura” anymore
