The weakness of the left is the underestimation of the convictions and the determination of the right to remain in power. The mistaken belief that in time we can change their mind.TThoughts
A short story on women, poverty and migration
“Where is my baby? Mwanawangu aripi? Where is my baby? Where is my baby” Chipo asked frantically.
Tiny little Mudiwa gone and she didn’t know what to do. What would her husband say?
“Ndiani wamapa mwana wangu? Who did you give my child?” her eyes were full of tears as she yelled
The driver looked away and told her “Sister ma1. Everyone get back on the bus we have to go in 10 mins”
“But my baby where is my baby?” she yelled again but the bus drove away.
Chipo grew up in Budiriro 3 in Harare. She didn’t know that she was poor, because everyone around her was poor. Of course there were “those neighbours” that had relativesb with big big cars that would bring their relatives groceries all the time. She wondered why they didn’t take their family members to wherever it is that they got these big cars and endless bags of groceries. She asked her mother once and her mother told her “Chipo unotaurisa.” She was often told that she talked too much but if she had a question she had to ask. This is what made her the top student at Budiriri 3 Primary School and later on at Budiriro High school.
Chipo was not only a good student but she was what the elderly aunties called a nice girl. They would often tell her mother “endemunemwana akanaka.” This comment wasn’t about her beauty but her character as she was agreeable, helpful and she attended church enough to make her mother proud.
Chipo met Tawanda when she was 17. She had passed all her 0-levels but her parents could not afford to pay for her to finish her A levels. She was informed by her mother that she would have to find something to do or get married soon. Her mother laughed as she said it but Chipo felt as though it was not a joke.Continue reading Silent Border Crossing
You see something about me that you like.
It could be the eyes, the hair, the body, the colour or the legs
You fixate on that, because what worthy person doesn’t have a perfect this or that, right?
Well, her character is “slightly” off but maybe I can mould her into the wife or partner I want.
If you take a moment and try to get to know me, you would know I cannot and will not be molded
I am a complete person.
Unfortunately, despite everyone’s best efforts I have accepted and love myself for who I am.
I will not accept those that fantasize about what I could be, should be and will never be;
All the while never valuing what I actually am