Of Coffee On The Last Day Of The Year


If you were having coffee with me, I would say goodnight 2017 Asante Sana! (That’s Swahili for Thank you very much)

I am pleased to announce that I smashed the resolutions I made earlier in the year, whoop whoop!

  • First being to interact with more bloggers; recently celebrated having a 1000+ followers I must be doing something right….. Salute!!!
  • I now run a blogging network alongside 4 other bloggers from different corners of the African continent; you can find us on twitter as Afrobloggers
  • I am also part of the team behind BloggersZim and we will be bringing you ZimBlogging Awards….
  • And the wonderful community of the BlogIndaba, a bloggers coterie (mostly Zimbabwean bloggers)
  • I was a speaker for the first ever at a WordCamp and my presentation was titled a Website is a conversation 
Beaton Mabaso WordCamp Harare

A website is a conversation

  • Man’s International check the statistics

Becoming The Muse

Hello 2018

What do you have planned for us? Bigger and better things.

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that this the first year without Mugabe at its helm, we are all curious to see which direction the interim president will steer us, or will history as they say repeat itself…….

How long after Christmas can you start taking down the Christmas tree and decorations, I am eyeing it for firewood for the net barbecue…

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that some get snow for Christmas and we get, rain, it rains every Christmas and still every Christmas we make plans to hold a barbecue….

rain christmas tree harare

Christmas in the rain


Tradition I guess and I love to say its because my totem is fire, that’s how we honour our ancestors they invented fire after all (if you want to read more on this curious story click here)

Smokey grill

If you are having coffee with me I would introduce a cousin, Munyaradzi on his first visit to Zimbabwe from the UK;


What better way to welcome someone than a cake with a flag on it

Welcome to Zim cake

Welcome to Zim

I am super curious on how his experience has been in his own words and so expect a guest post coming up…… this means you cant wiggle out now Munya the internet awaits your tale…..

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you to have a great year ahead…..



PS Hayley won an award in the Zimbabwe Models Award (she features in a guest chat on a previous post Coffee with Hayley) Congrats Hayley

Becoming the muse coffee with Hayley

Zim Models Awards Best plus size Hayley Ann Carstens

and my best moment in 2017, my sister’s wedding:

Meet the fam

Mom and Sons


Of Memories Of Christmas Past

Christmas is the one holiday I look forward to all year round. I see some shops have started advertising Christmas Specials, so its not too early to talk about the festive season………

You know its almost Christmas when you walk into a shop and they are playing carols and of course a Santa Claus post where you get your photo taken, sitting on s red suited guy’s lap. This is mostly kids stuff. I don’t think have had my photo taken with Father Christmas since I was in kindergarten. It used to be such a big deal and you would get a gift box too, I don’t remember if our parents paid for it, if they did they never said and we never thanked them for it.

Note to myself: This year I am definitely having my photo taken with Santa or I just might be Santa my beard is practically all white I could pull off the look.

Grey Beard

Rasta Santa

Rasta Santa

Its weird how we grow up and things that seemed to be super important when we were toddlers suddenly have less significance. All the thoughts we lose on our way to becoming adults. I can remember past Christmas holidays from my childhood as if they happened just yesterday but I can hardly remember my last Christmas. If baby me met grown up me I wonder if I would like or even recognize me…..

Growing every Christmas we got new clothes, new shoes and then a gift probably a toy or board game. You would wake up on Christmas morning and you could practically smell Christmas. Christmas smells like my mum’s baking; a multi-coloured cake we called The Rainbow cake. I thought it looked a touch hideous but my grandmother loved it to bits so every Christmas it showed up; it was tradition.

I remember grandma telling me the story of how a saviour was born in a stable and lay in manger and how we must not forget the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas,

nativity manger scene

if it was not true then why do all the cows and goats wake up facing east, on Christmas mornings they watch the sunrise; to honour a king.

livestock facing the rising sun

look east

I never saw them actually do this and grandma used to laugh when I asked and she would say I was not waking up early enough…. I haven’t seen them do it but I tell the story anyway…. Just like how at midnight of the New Year, if you listen very carefully you can hear the New Year starting like a distant rumbling or earth quake….

Whats Christmas without a tree?

Christmas Tree

Whats a Christmas tree without decorations?

Christmas decor


Christmas decorWhats Christmas breakfast without tea with jam and bread and cake

Sun Jam on bread

Whats Christamas without memories like these:




Christmas seems like an affair for children but don’t be fooled, the older generation are moved beyond words at a chance to see their children with their children’s children and possibly their children’s children’s children since it now seems we only ever gather like this at funerals….

Writing this post has put me in the festive spirit and this Christmas I will definitely put in the effort, I’ll even buy cards and post them, I’ll dress up in a red jump suit and give gifts, I will tell stories and create timeless memories……

Stay festive


PS and of course a barbecue…..


Day 25 Blog everyday challenge

Of Watering Roots

Of Watering My roots

From the Earth we are born to the Earth  we return

–Dust to Dust

I have always found a certain poetry in the symmetry of life…. (Truth be told I see poetry even in the most mundane of places)

my roots firmly anchored

blooming where I am planted

The ground beneath our feet, the ground we walk upon, we have a special connection to it, it nurtures us in ways we cannot begin to fathom. There is a reason why where you come from is called the Motherland;

it gave birth to you,
it mothers you
and when your journey is finished,
you return,          
where it all started,
to the beginning,
a child of the soil (Mwana Wevhu)
or as my friend Masimba would prefer we call it Soil Child (Mwanavhu)


We are no less children of the Earth than the plants and the trees, with their roots digging deep, anchoring them. Our roots, start where we come from, it’s a part of our identity, our heritage, past and beginning. How can you truly know, where you going? If you don’t know where you have come from and why you are where you are now?………

Your roots just like those of any plant need watering.watering garden beetroot

For us culturally, it’s a natural question to ask when you meet someone; where they come from, (kumusha) to find out if you are possible kin and possibly get an insight on what to expect from you. Yes, a geographic location by itself wont define your character but generally people in the same locale tend to behave in the same way, speak the same dialect have similar beliefs, its the psychology of socialisation.

When you are asked where you come from (unobva kupi?) its not simply asking you where your home is or where your parents are? Its asking you where your family tree starts, where your kin are?…..

I come from Masogwe; Neshuro in the Mwenezi District of the Masvingo province; Zimbabwe.

Africa Earth

neshuro, Zimbabwe, Southern Africa

Google maps can even zoom into our family homestead,

Masogwe eshuro

its impressive and just a little bit scary. No one is there now, but this where my paternal grandparents lived. We would visit every school holiday and every Christmas, without failure.

They are departed now and the family doesn’t meet as often as it used to. Mostly we now meet there for funerals, that’s the sad truth. The last time I was there was Christmas 2016, it wasn’t a funeral it was just to meet and catch up, a cow was slaughtered and for a little bit felt like the Christmas of yesteryear….

cooking a traditional feast

We made promises that this year we would visit more, but its been nine month and I haven’t returned, I feel like a prodigal child sometimes. It might be because its just a place and no one is there anymore, or its even worse or we slowly forgetting were we come from?

Have we lived so long in the “modern” world, we cant go back to a place where there is no electricity, (but there is a cellphone network service), it is drought prone area, in the natural region 4 and 5 temperatures are scorching hot all year round.


That means water is hard to find, you go to a borehole quite far away to fetch water and when it rains you give thanks, because you water is life.

Borehole Bush pump

There is a mountain, it is quite mysterious, it seems volcanic in nature although they say in Zimbabwe the are no volcanic mountains but I constantly wonder about this one.

Zhanje Mountain, Neshuro

Zhanje Mountain, Neshuro Zimbabwe

When it gets really hot and dry, smoke can be seen smouldering at its peak, sometimes a red glow can be seen on a moonless night, as if its about to erupt and every time it does this you know it will rain soon, it always rains…..

I worry the next generation will forget this little intricacies and the meaning behind all these mysteries, my grand parents took all their secrets with them and I write a few of them and that is why I write, so that I never forget and one day some will remember……

This is how I water my roots


Day 19 blog every day challenge

Of Coffee With Unexpected Things 

​If you were having coffee with me I would say “Hello February 🙌” because you see I am a February baby **hint hint**
Remember the last time we had coffee☕ in the rain ☔….  well it kept right on raining on and off; mostly on but it’s stopped for now, and out comes the sun☀ 

Although not before it managed to rain up a storm that felt pretty much like the end of the world as we know it, or a scene from Orson Welles’ War Of The World. 🌋There was lightning, ⚡there was deafening thunder, there was flooding, trees got uprooted, and the falling trees, just had to land on power lines, because when nature starts dishing out disaster it doesn’t go for half servings, so that pretty much took out the electricity for our neighbourhood. 

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that Pastor Evan Mawarire of the #ThisFlag online movement returned back into the country after almost 6 months in self imposed exile in fear for his life, only to get arrested at the airport immediately upon return. When he left the country the judicial system had thrown out the state’s case of charging him with trying to subvert a constitutionally elected government on  a procedural technicality, not sure what they decided to charge him with this time and naturally social media is rife with speculation and conspiracy theories but that’s to be expected.
If you were having coffee with me,  I would tell you that the tea’s ready and when I say the tea’s ready, what I mean is that; the water has boiled and cups are in the kitchen cupboard, the spoons are over there… 

 The tea leaves are in the container for the powdered milk and if you take sugar, there is brown sugar in the old coffee jar. There’s powdered milk in the bottle for salad cream, just dont confuse it with salt, which is in the bottle for mayonnaise…. and there’s the bread 🍞 jam and peanut butter Help yourself. 😇😇

And I baked a cake 🎂 well it’s not ready it’s like you know that furniture you buy and it comes with a manual of how to assemble it in your house,  well there’s the cake. 

If you were having coffee with me, I would ask you, to “Guess what?” “What” you say.  I say “Guess” and you look at me with that eye that says you don’t like guessing games. OK fine I’ll tell you. The postman came to pay me a visit. He brought me a late Christmas card I guess that’s why they call it snail mail thank you Tara 🙂 it was unexpected…

I also got an unexpected email but that’s a story for another day. 
Thank you for dropping by have an awesome week. 

PS Also something unexpected our house is haunted or a giant rat lives in the ceiling….. Spooky 🎃 

Of Coffee and WordCamps


If you were having coffee with me I would say compliments of the season has the festive fever gripped you yet? In my neck of the woods, it’s been a bit low to start  I guess the low disposable income and the crazy circus that is our economy doing a downward spiral which sounds like a fun ride at the amusement park, only that it isnt; it means we have to brace for a trying 2017.

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you if you sent any Christmas cards this year. I did not, so I guess I will not be waiting up on the postman to bring me anything, oh maybe someone can surprise me…. *hint hint*

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you how I attended my very first WordCamp which was also the first time such an event was hosted in Harare; Zimbabwe. The fourth to be held in Africa this year, others having been held in Nairobi, Johannesburg, and Cape Town.


If you were having coffee with me I would tell you if you ever have a chance to attend one of these, WordCamps, DO!  There is something for all WordPress users from web developers, designers to even the occasional blogger. It’s quite the experience and you will absolutely not leave empty headed not to mention great networking and  a chance to meet up with people whom you might already know but only digitally, and the after-party of course

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you, how slightly apprehensive I was at going; thinking it might be all technical about code, command lines and java scripts and I would be out of my depth, drowning in open source lingo. I was greatly impressed by Sizo who did a presentation of how she built a Website in a little under 24 hours after she had, we wont say lied as such; lets just say maybe say exaggerated her Website building skills to her potential employer during an interview and when she got hired one of her first tasks was to create a website for the company, and she did….


If you were having coffee with me, I would ask you whether the abbreviation SEO means anything to you. I always thought it was fancy speak understood by only by tech gurus. I learnt during a presentation by Trust from Calmlock about Search Engine Optimizations; how if you have an online presence or website and Google cannot find you, you might as well as not exist, so you use SEO to maximise your visibility and he definitely knew what he was on about, because  if you Google: SEO Zimbabwe, his company appears at 2nd position of Google search results.

Have you ever Googled your blog or website are you on the first page of Google? Fortunately if you blog on WordPress.com it does this for you and you get to focus on doing the things you like to do, I am guessing that’s writing.

I also met a Happiness Engineer from WordPress, these are those friendly almost imaginary people who give you help and support on WordPress forums. It seems like a fun place to work and I would not mind being one of those, not to mention I have always been unofficially been helping  out my fellow bloggers with their WordPress features so yeah…. if anyone from Automattic is reading this *looks at you pointedly* does this count favourably towards my application?.

some pics from the day


WordCamp Harare 2016

Thanks for dropping by, and so come visit again

season’s greetings


PS if you ever been to a WordCamp or meetup do share would love to here your stories and is there such a an event but strictly for the bloggosphere kinda like a meet-a-blogger bash or something …


Photocredits: Techzim Job Thomas

Of The Gift

Genre: Mystery (of sorts)

It was the eve of Christmas Eve…..

calendar front full

She lay in bed trying to sleep tossing and turning, but sleep was playing hide and seek with her. In hindsight, watching a movie called The Nightmare before Christmas had probably not been the wisest of ideas and drinking a cup of coffee while doing so, had not helped matters. The eve of Christmas and the only movie on the box that had not been a feel good Christmas movie was a horror flick so she had watched it, though most of it had been viewed from behind a pillow.

She had stopped believing in Santa when she  was six when she caught him at the mall drinking a nip of whiskey from a hip flask while crouched behind the Christmas tree. He took a sip, then put back his beard back and winked at her. Santa was a creepy man with a fake beard simply posing for photos and giving gifts. She ran all the way home.

The Christmas Spirit might as well as have been the shot of whiskey she had poured into her coffee hoping it would help her fall asleep. Sleep was being evasive; she could not get her mind to shut down and the neighbour’s Christmas lights seemed to flash directly into her room, right through the flimsy drapes playing rainbow shadows all across the room. It made the room seem like a set of a horror movie. She imagined there was something beneath her bed waiting to grab her ankle as soon as she fell asleep, so she securely tucked her legs beneath the blankets nice and safe. The Thing from under the bed could not get you if you were tucked in, everyone knew that.

She thought she heard a creaking sound, the Boogeyman from the closet was coming for her. She covered her head with the blankets, the boogeyman did not get you if you hid beneath a fortress of warm blankets, everyone knew that the boogeyman was not very bright. She giggled.

From beneath the blankets she heard nothing but silence it was eerie there was only silence even the neighbour’s annoying dog was not barking maybe the boogeyman was out there somewhere. She was just about to peek out when she definitely heard and felt a boot scrape on the bedpost.

The blankets were pulled away from her and a huge hand clamped around her mouth before she could scream. A portly figure in a red outfit loomed over her briefly and then something was wrapped around her, then there was darkness as she was shoved into a bag or something.

It was not totally dark in the bag there were glittering lights, Christmas lights, and by their light she could see it was surprisingly roomy, there were gift wrapped boxes that looked suspiciously like presents. Looking down she noticed that she was also covered in a sparkly gift wrap with a bow around her waist.


Suddenly she remembered, the last thing he had said to her, when she asked what she could get him for Christmas….

All I want for Christmas is you…..


~The End

I think it’s a pretty lil mystery, for my #blogbattle entry theme GIFT stay festive ^_^



Of Christmas Eve

These are my confessions…..


Until fairly recently (recently being relative) I used to think Christmas Eve was The Evening before Christmas.

Christmas Eve is the whole day before Christmas. (Just like New year’s Eve is the day before New Year)

So if a story being told  was about the evening before Christmas it would so begin ….

“It was the eve of Christmas Eve…..”

If I ever made a wish that All I want for Christmas is you, then tonight is when a Santa sneaks into your room, grabs you, ties you up with a ribbon  puts a cute bow around your waist, then places you in a bottomless pit with the rest of the gifts and takes you to the North Pole.

Christmas is infectious me thinks. Even if you said “No, I dont want to catch the Christmas spirit” and wore Hazmat suit, you would still catch it. The same way if a toddler gives you a toy phone and says “Its for you.” No matter how gangster you think you are you will answer it.

Its Christmas Eve and the Christmas spirit must needs be shared, when someone smiles and says “Merry Christmas” you cant help smile back and say “Merry Christmas to you too.”

And suddenly you look forward to Christmas day even if there are no presents even if you dont believe in santa or anything just spending it with all those people who mean the most to you, that is the Christmas Spirit.

Happy Holidays Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

merry xmas


Ps the Christmas Spirit tastes a little bit like a vodka and lemon cake you can find the recipe here


Of Christmas in Zimbabwe

If you were having coffee with me…..
we would be having tea served with a tray-full of bread slices spread generously with red mixed fruit Sun Jam and that is what Christmas tastes like.

What does your Christmas taste like?

Compliments of the festive season

B ^_^


Solveig Werner


Christmas in Zimbabwe by Beaton

I know it’s Christmas when I walk down First Street and the Christmas lights are strung up and lit. On the official switching on ceremony there is a carol by candlelight night, a night of Christmas carols.
I know it’s Christmas time when the Africa Unity Square Park is full of lights and the fountain is painted and spouting water as it should.

merry xmasChristmas lights beaton.png

Christmas is never Christmas until Mariah Carey released a Christmas album…. “All I want for Christmas…..”

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