I have tried to remain silent about the Tino vs Brian Munjodzi issue for fear of unwarranted reprisal from the male folk; and possibly for fear of being misunderstood. But my upbringing, my 'self', my conscience, my morality and my character, my disposition, will not allow me to remain quiet any longer. It is my duty as a journalist (though not fully practising), as a social commentator and development practitioner to discuss and share insights about such issues.
If actions are speaking so loudly, why do we listen to the gossips, the bad advice?
And somebody once told me, that the person who speaks the loudest is an empty vessel.
Marriage is like heaven, not for the reasons you might think...
It's like heaven because everyone wants to go there but nobody knows quite what they'll do when they get there.
Most people just turn into the people they vowed they would never turn into,
women become their mothers, and men... well men...
And men start to think that conjugal rights are exactly that - rights -
And they turn experiences into rites
rituals that must just be performed and gotten over with.
It's still unmapped territory - filled with promise
and a minefield of divorces
They are good,
Really, really good -
The media I mean.
Has us believing that that's what sells, that's what makes the world go round, and if you're not doing it you haven't yet lived.
Don't get me wrong - it's great. But its far from the life saving phenom it's marketed to be - Life saving in that at some level, a lot of people think if they don't get laid the moment they want it, they'll just die - they won't.
Sex doesn't run out either. Kids these days are rushing into it like there's a sale going on and they must get it while stocks last.
Even churches worship it.
Call it what you want but if you have ever said or heard these words at church or from a pulpit, 'people won't respect you unless you have money'
Or any other version that points to the same conclusion - there has been a worship of money.
Money is lovely - I personally don't like to keep it, I give it away for the things I imagine are more valuable, like jelly babies, scarves, glasses with perfect rims, good books and gadgets, people seem more than happy to give me those things in exchange for money.
Every man has a price, so if you can't beat them, buy them.
Money will buy virginity, love, marriage and sex -
But money will never ever buy, or even impress...
This piece was written by Sozah Ruzario, Editor in Chief of Very Zim
Ko ini ndini ndadii?
Ko, unondirwadzisirei zvakadai?
Hausi iwe here wakauya kwandiri,
Ukati unotambanudza ruoko kwandiri,
Ndashaya mari yechikoro?
I AWOKE from my unconsciousness to find myself lying in my own vomit; my first suicide attempt had failed. Still determined to kill myself, however, I reached for the same bottle of white pills from which I had overdosed and decided to try again, chucking another handful of the medication down my throat.
Among the reasons for establishing Her Zimbabwe, hating on men was never one of them. And it never shall be (unless they deserve it!). Her Zimbabwe is only alive today because of a range of influences in my life. And a lot of those influences stem from the support that I have received from men who have always believed in me and refused to keep my potential hidden in the dark.
SOME BURDENS are slightly lighter than a question unanswered. It literally weighs nothing, yet is a stubborn thing to carry around once you’ve asked it. The further you probe, the more your face folds into a taut knot of confusion. When that knot suddenly comes undone, it leaves furrows so deep that you curse yourself for ever itching to know.
HER ZIMBABWE loves Zimbabwean literature; which is why we loved going through Tendai Huchu’s novel, ‘The Hairdresser of Harare’, when it was released a few years ago. We enjoyed it especially because – in the book – Huchu assumes the feminine voice of the novel’s protagonist, Vimbai; something which is rare among our country’s male writers.