“Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, And nobodies dream of escaping poverty. That, one magical day Good luck will suddenly rain down on them – will rain down in buckets But good luck doesn’t rain down, yesterday, today, tomorrow or ever Good luck doesn’t even fall in a fine drizzle No matter how hard… Read More The nobodies….
A few nights ago, I watched for the first time a heartrending film called ‘The stoning of Soraya.’ I am still feeling the pain in my heart which I felt as I watched this film. Set in a small village in Iran in 1986, the film depicts the implementation of the Islamic Sharia law which… Read More The stoning of Soraya
Slavery conjures up pictures of black people shipped in bunks and tied to chains; and sounds of whips on their backs at the hands of white owners. Rarely does it invoke images of women and girls, chained to beds, held in bondage as sex slaves. The kind of dark thoughts that creep into people’s minds… Read More Women are not goods-they are not for sale!
As a Zimbabwean I do not need to look very far to identify our very own Oprah Winfrey. Rebecca Chisamba hosts her own talk show known as the Mai Chisamba show and from that she is also popularly known as Mai Chisamba. She addresses a wide range of topical issues affecting Zimbabweans in their daily… Read More Feminst Chronicles: Diary 28: Rebecca Chisamba
One of the words I have decided to make part of my permanent vocabulary is ubuntu. This word which refers to the same thing though spoken to in many cultures and languages across the African continent is about our humanity, the notion that as human beings we should relate to each other with dignity and… Read More Feminist Chronicles: Diary 27: Catherine Makoni
Have you ever thought you were in a dream, living someone else’s life. You pinch yourself repeatedly and yet still you dont wake up. Yes it really happened, yes the tragedy struck but then again you are alive and so have a lot to be grateful for. Often I have heard tales of people who… Read More The story of my car
The first time I met her I was a very impressionable young student on attachment – one of the many requirements of the law degree at the University of Zimbabwe. I had heard so much about the Zimbabwe Women Lawyers Association (ZWLA) (pronounced as zwala) even before I began my studies and when I finally… Read More Feminist Chronicles: Diary Two: Emilia Muchawa