There is an old Shona saying, chisi hachieri musi wacharimwa, some things do not bear fruit the same day they are planted. It is a lesson I have learnt in many ways throughout my life. We live in a time… Continue Reading →
Is it Plato the philosopher who once said love is a form of madness? You can list every reason you’re drawn to someone; gentle, kindness, eyes that sparkle like the stars; but those traits aren’t rare. They could belong to… Continue Reading →
I was young, a city boy with skinned knees and a picky tongue, exiled to her village for two weeks while my parents sorted out a life I wasn’t meant to understand. She met me at the bus stop where… Continue Reading →
It was the last night of the year, and Marshall’s parents’ house in Harare hummed with the kind of heat only a Zimbabwean summer could conjure. The year was 2012. Rodwell, Marshall, Beloved, Bafana, Bruce and I, six boys turned… Continue Reading →
Preface: A Warning I do not seek to be concise and coherent. I do not aspire to erudition or flawlessness. This is not an academic paper; it is a scream into a void we’ve all agreed to call “geopolitics.” If… Continue Reading →
Towards the tail end of 2024, I saw a tweet from a lady proudly proclaiming she’d read 110 books that year. Congratulatory replies poured in, with people marvelling at her dedication. I, too, offered my congratulations—it was no small achievement… Continue Reading →
I still remember the haze of last December as though it were yesterday—empty skies stretching over dusty roads, with everyone clinging to the promise of rain. The year had dragged on, marked by uncertainty and the dust of unfulfilled promises…. Continue Reading →
I often find myself considering the price we pay for tradition. As a staunch supporter of cultural practices like lobola, I’ve witnessed how tradition often becomes an attempt to appease the dead by bullying the living. I stood helplessly watching… Continue Reading →
In recent years, the principles of therapy culture have increasingly influenced the collective mindset of modern society in profound ways. What began as a well-intentioned effort to destigmatise mental health challenges and make support more accessible has morphed into a… Continue Reading →
My grandmother once told me a story, it has in some way shaped how I see loyalty, betrayal, and the complexity of human nature. As I sit here, thinking back to her words and fighting the pesky mosquitoes, I can… Continue Reading →
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