Tribute to my mummy Chido : Forever missed

Almost three months now since you left, and no matter how hard I have tried to write this for you, I have found myself failing, ending up in tears. Today, I have told myself this is the only way I can at least find closure and so I have to do it. It’s the least I can do for you. It’s so unfortunate, you won’t read this, I would have loved to see you smile, reading something dedicated specially for you. I am sorry I never wrote anything for you when you were still alive, it hurts so much, knowing how proud you were whenever I published something.mainin Chido

8 April 2018 is one of the most difficult days of my life. The image of you, lying on your death bed, will never be erased from my mind. You had promised me you will be fine, had I known ma, that that smile you gave me as I left the hospital Saturday night, was going to be the last, I would have stayed with you.DSC_1636[1]

Life is not fair ma, and it is painful. I have so much memories of us together and whenever I think of them all, I see love. You never wanted me to lack, you made sure I had enough to take me through a journey or even just for the night. I remembered when we would travel and you would never finish your food before you were sure I was full. When we went for long journeys, you would never sleep and leave me awake in a bus, you would make sure I am comfortable before you took your nap.DSC_0918[1]

Oh how I miss the moments we shared together. Talk about just the walk from 1700 to 1569, how much we would talk and laugh and you would repeatedly say ‘Nyasha urikunyepa’ whenever I told you about an experience I had gone through. Our difficulty in reversing and how that day daddy had to draw a diagram for us as a way of explaining to us how to do it right. I miss you.grad

Your love was immeasurable, and I still feel it now. You should see how many people still talk of the good you did at the clinic and in the community. You truly were an angel and I am sure you are one of the hardworking angels in heaven.

I miss how much you had me spoiled, how whenever we had to do some chores you would eventually say, you can rest, I will finish it off. I miss your smile. I miss how you were always excited about my school  events or whatever occasion I had. How much you would always ask if you were on point so that you would never embarrass me in front of my friends. You never embarrassed me, you were always on point. They all remember you.IMG_7548[1]

Now Anotida and Kuziva always have questions that we can never answer. They miss you so much but they know they are loved by their mothers. They are all safe. Marcus is growing big, and trust me, he’s always warm, just as you would have liked.


It’s  never going to be easy to let go or understand why you were taken from us. It’s especially hard for me going past Mbuya Dorcas hospital each and every day, all I see is the image of your face, lying in your death bed. It will never be easy and we will never understand why.

I will always love you and I hope we will meet some day. May your soul rest in eternal peace. I miss you.




When the Protector becomes the Perpetrator

For the first time in four years, I was afraid to admit that I studied Media, because I didn’t know what would have happened if I had done so. Would they abduct me, would they lock me up in the cells or would they beat me up and leave me with permanent scars that would make me warn my fellow colleagues that the Africa Unity Square is the most dangerous place to be if you are a journalist.

This was the day that Sten Zvorwadza was brutally attacked for protesting, I was at the other end of town, just opposite the parliament, waiting for the protestors to get to the parliament. Upon arrival at the Africa Unity square, I could see that the police had already prepared themselves to attack the protestors once they got anywhere near the parliament. They were in three small groups with their water cannons and small cans (that I assumed had tear gas) attached to their trousers. Continue reading

Know Who To Blame

Curses, clicking of the tongue, shouting of vulgar words and all that sort of stuff becomes normal as the days go by. The other is complaining about electricity power cuts, the other about the postponed pay days, the next about erratic water supply while the other curses the driver who has just splashed muddy water on their clean clothes. My question therefore is are we cursing at the right person or do we even know who to blame? Continue reading

Abusive Boyfriends Beget Abusive Husbands

It’s around 7pm and I am walking with my friend to the nearby campus, I hear a girl crying and I look ahead, there she is, screaming and crying, the guy is pulling her and trying to calm her. I try to ignore but guilt hits me, I am a woman, I should help my fellow woman. We gang up with my two other friends and decide to go assist the lady (with fear of being slapped by the guy), we manage to take the girl and one of my friend shouts to the guy who seems not to care, “You are going to defer, no one hits another at this campus.” Continue reading

Disability is Socially Constructed

In our everyday lives we discriminate one person or the other, maybe because of their financial status, status quo, tribe, nationality but most of all because of their impairment which we believe is disability. Impairment and disability are different in that impairment may be inborn and disability comes as a result of impairment.

In most cases, people have been made to believe that just because a person has a difficulty in walking, they cannot do as much as the next person who can ‘properly’ walk yet the difficulty may just be a minor setback which when given a chance can do much more or better than what the next person can do. Continue reading

Blurred Pictures In My Head

I used to have a clear picture of my future, of what I wanted to be and who I was going to become. I would finish my high school, graduate with an Honors degree, get employed and complete my masters so that I would live a great life. A life I would have achieved from sweating at school. Unfortunately, a day like today, a day in which I Say I graduate next year, I do not have the same pictures anymore, they have become blurred.images Continue reading

Blame not the Vendor

I am not as thrilled to go to the city centre nowadays, I have to think twice. I have to try and map my way before I get there because there’s a lot of congestion in town, both from the cars and the people. The pavements have narrowed because most people have found a free space to sell their wares, vegetables, toiletries and all. It’s difficult to walk a few metres without rubbing shoulders with someone and you have to stand the sweaty armpits, cheap and expensive colognes all mixed together.



I used to be angry with these people, angry because they make my walk miserable. I just wanted them to leave the city centre and go and sell somewhere. Whenever I saw the city council officials going after them and taking their staff I would think of them as being responsible, they were taking a part in retaining the city’s cleanliness and sure those people should go somewhere. But where do they go and to whom should they sell to wherever they are to go? It then rang in my mind that it’s not the vendors’ fault that they are all over town, therefore we should not blame the vendor. Continue reading