After assault, Theresa Takafuma created a digital petition to end the harassment of women by public transport touts. “Right there, in broad daylight, I had just been sexually assaulted in front of the police.” I had been looking forward to my journey from Harare to Bulawayo. I had planned to go by bus, and it would be … More ZIMBABWE: We Are Tired of Being Groped
Theresa Takafuma shares how one woman’s story inspired her to pursue her dreams—and become a role model for others. “Listening to her testimony, I began to imagine myself in a far better place: in college, neatly dressed, with long hair and holding my own.” A Zimbabwean motivational speaker, Nyaradzo Shato once said people think in … More ZIMBABWE: The Enormous Power of Representation
Two weeks ago I was walking in town when I witnessed this incident that altered my sense of safety as a woman, especially among the crowds, even if it’s in broad daylight. So this young woman, probably in her early twenties, baby strapped on her back had just collected money from a remittance facility at … More A woman’s plea vs a man’s accusations: who wins?
I jostle to life Or is it to death Or better still to hell For the pain is deep and throbbing My mouth is on fire My eyes are playing tricks on me I see fireballs And feel my pulse rate rhyming With the excruciating pain I pull my pillow Shove it under my belly … More The Tooth
Momma (For mum on golden jubilee) Yilililili,yipeeee Rewind 50 years back And a girl child’s shriek tore the night’s silence There she was,to add to a small family An addition that was worth the wait A little bundle of joy Joy that was to cut through decades Joy that still continues to live and multiply … More Momma on Golden Jubilee
In the plains at the end of the evening Fearless as a leader of a pack of baboons Humming tunes of merriment Under the influence of the opaque holy waters Stepping on the cheeks of the path Coming back home to his brood That was my granddad Deep in my sleep I will hear the … More Grandpa (In memory of my first love)
It was only when I was in Grade Five that I began to understand that one actually can only have one biological mother—not because I was dull, but because of the circumstances that I grew up acquainted to. My mother has at least five sisters and all of them at one point in my 25 … More Of the women who mothered me
A girl’s memoirs with demons In the middle of one night I sat up in bed with a startle—the demons were out to get me and here they had come to snatch my young life, claw and tear it and later carry the shards of its remains to wherever they deemed fit. Voices were colors; … More A girl’s memoirs with demons
Sister-Sister(say it with an attitude) When you smile You lighten the dark corners of my heart When you laugh Your giggles trigger mine When you cry Your tears does things Dark ugly things that I don’t want to be reminded of Sister,sister,I call you with an attitude Your eyes have the horizon in them To … More Sister-sister
The dress The resemblance of a persona Far from being the freedom it reflects Too far away from the colours imprinted on its hem Far below the sand,the gravel,the mud That is vulnerability,weakness,stupidity.. And beyond admiration The dress that I represent So much as I try To dig my head from the sand Much harder … More The dress
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