You should walk down First Street in Harare just before summer starts. You should smell the scent of the purple jacaranda flowers, it is a mixture of petrol and sugar, a scent that excites my senses. You should meet a Zimbabwean vendor at Avondale flea market, trying to sell you a wooden knobkerrie of NyamiNyami … More My Shitty Country.
When I was twelve years old I was circumcised. I was circumcised because I wanted to be. My father, my mother, my priest and my community did not influence my decision or force my hand. I chose to because I knew that getting circumcised would decrease my chances of contracting HIV by 60% and living … More FGM: It’s Not Their Fight, It’s Our Fight.
I remember my mother telling me that when she fell pregnant with my eldest brother, her first born child, she had to go to her parent’s home and give birth there. This was a customary tradition that was followed by all the women then. Now, very few women follow this part of our culture because … More Lobola: To Pay or Not To Pay?
While at my graduation ceremony this year, I listened to our guest of honour, Graca Machel. One of the things she said is that “No culture should oppress a people.” This led me to think that if cultures should not oppress a people, does it then follow that no culture should oppress another? Culture is … More No Culture Should Oppress a People.
Dear Mama, I pity the man who stands in front of you every Sunday and commands you to learn in quietness and full submission because he is afraid of the sharpness of your mind and the discernment of your words. I pity the man who stands in front of you and sees sin that can … More A Letter to My Mother: A Woman of Faith.
I grew up in a home with two older brothers and no sister. My father always says that he is glad he didn’t have any girls because, in his words, vana vasikana vanonetsa (girls are difficult). He would always echo this sentiment when we heard about how the girl next door fell pregnant at fifteen … More Virgin or Not: I Couldn’t Care Less.
When thinking about this article I went and did some research on the perceptions of black beauty. What I discovered is something I already knew: black people in my society and many around the world favour lighter shades of dark skin as compared to darker shades. This is called colourism. But what I also discovered … More Celebrating Dark Skin: Lupita Is Not Enough.
I come from a very small sugar estate in the low veld of Zimbabwe called Triangle. I called Triangle home for 18 years of my life. I never really thought about what home meant to me until I left Triangle, three years ago. Home before I left was my bedroom, with my desktop computer and … More Home Is Where Your Heart Is.
If I am to describe my experience at African Leadership Academy (ALA) in one word: cataclysmic. In 2012 my teacher called me into her office and asked if I had ever heard about the African Leadership Academy. I told her that it was the school that two of my former school mates had gone to. … More The African Leadership Academy: A Worthwhile Journey