Of Juice In A Wine Glass

Hello Sunday

If you were hanging out with me we would be having juice in wine glasses, because we are sophisticated, yeah step out of the ordinary

Juice in a wine glass

How has your week been? Good I trust.

Whats been happening in my neck of the woods, lets see the interim president finally announced his new cabinet… it pretty much looks like this:

metal cabinet

The newly appointed minister of finance introduced his budget for 2018 I don’t know much about economic policies or how governments run but seems decent enough budget considering working with what they have the bulk of the money is the wage bill for civil servants, living a runaway budget deficit in the region of close to 2 billion. I guess they are banking on a bail out by someone or that the economy really turns around…..

The irony though, government plans to retire civil servants over the age of 65, yet the average ages of the cabinet ministers is 65-70 years, the minister of youth is 68 and the president is 75 years old….

Sometimes you are the change you wish to see.

Moving along I know its Christmas when an evening walk in Harare’s first street is a burst of Christmas lights and Africa Unity Square is riot of colour wishing you a merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year

Christmas Lights Africa Unity square

On Friday in a colourful event dubbed Light Up Harare The Mayor Officially switched on the Sunshine City’s Christmas lights (well they had been on for almost weeks now but now its official)

Light Up Harare Christmas

Let the Christmas festivities commence Season’s Greetings

I hear its snowing across the globe on the other side of the world, stay safe, I am curious about snow, having never seen it before; does it feel like ice in the refrigerator, is it cold (don’t answer that) when it lands on your eyelashes does it tickle? Can you eat it what does it taste like, I do know you should not eat the yellow snow ha!

Gotta love the internet it brings the world to the tip of my fingers…

Speaking of the internet, Tuesday 5 December was the day the internet stopped working well they fixed it eventually but from  11.30 to 1700 major internet service providers  well could not provide the internet……

A tractor ploughing a field in South Africa accidentally cut the main fibre cable which supplies the bulk of Zimbabwe’s telecommunications through Liquid Telecoms including the backup redundancy line and in an unrelated coincidence at about the same time a Harare municipal worker in Kuwadzana also cut the fibre cable which links ADSL provider Telone to Botswana and the world …………

*insert deep in thought emoji*

That’s a whole lot of cable cutting right there, I mean aren’t they buried safely beneath the ground I have seen them dig up our drive way to bury them (read here) Don’t they markers or something to warn people *insert appropriate emoji*

Also they really seriously need to work on their backup lines.

Unless of course as some people suggest, the whole thing was a government exercise to test if they can shutdown the internet, I wouldnt put it past them they have done it before, (or so we suspect) in a move to derail a social media campaign that was mobilising people to carry flags and ShutDown Zimbabwe, they even put up some legislation criminalising the carrying and selling of flags without prior authority. Maybe they shut down the internet to install some cyber monitoring  protocols? Conspiracy conspiracy, too bad even if they did and we asked them they would probably deny it (I would too if I was the government)

An investigation is underway to find out the what really happened the day the internet died stay tuned…….

On the upside since I had no internet on the day and couldn’t figure out what to do with myself I ended up finishing reading a book I started and have been neglecting and I also rewatched the movies Moana and Trolls  yes I love animated flicks I am forever young expect reviews coming soonest….

Dear maintenance crews be more careful with our cables hey

Sincerely

~B

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Of Coffee With The 1000

Coffee with the 1000 people that live in my internet 

Hello there

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that I am most pleased to see that I have modest following of 1000 readers and double that are email subscribers who are all you people how did you even find me?  I do hope you enjoy your stay…….

Some people will tell you that you should not get bogged down in the stats about how many readers you have or who shares your work, its called EGOmanics and apparently it’s a trap bloggers fall into…  Jesus only had 12 followers…..I try not to get too much into stats and all but The you have reached 1000 is a milestone…

becoming the muse

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that some of the people who live in my interweb and read my blog I consider my friends and I am happy to tell you that if you were having coffee with me its not coffee we would be having coffee but honey and lemon herbal tea in the coffee mug labelled orange, cheers.

The coffee mug labelled orange

Funny story I have had many people asking me what my blogging niche is, what is your niche? I am proudly un-niched, you see I find definitions stifling, to define something is to limit it, to confine it into a neat little box…

Think outside the box

To think outside of a box first you have to get into the box, but what if there is no box????

I keep this blog to remember, back in the day we used to gather around fires and tell stories passing on knowledge from generation to generation, well I write stories some real some imagined, I am an analogue man in a digital world I still prefer handwritten sentiments of the posted kind to instant messaging but this storyteller has gone digital!

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that By powers vested in me by the internet and Google Digital Skills Training I now consider myself somewhat an expert in some aspects of the digital world…

You have completed every single lesson in the Digital Skills Africa library

Google skills training certificate

You could call me The Digital Consultant (if you need assistance or a wee bit of freelance writing  a contact form is available at the bottom of this post or drop a comment)

I also run a blogging network Afrobloggers with four other tireless individuals from all corners of the African continent  who keep the blogging network alive, we are like five mini-robots who come together to form a bigger robot and in partnership with Tribe Of Influence a Zimbabwean Blogging network we will be bringing you Zim Blogging Awards for bloggers from Zimbabwe or who blog about Zimbabwe. Hopefully we will eventually partner with all sorts of blogging communities throughout Africa to have local blogging awards and continental blogging awards ( If you have suggestions or have a way to support or sponsor feel free to reach out)

If you were having coffee with me I would thank you for your support, I am writer first and I will tell we feed on appreciation it’s a vanity we hide from the world so well shhhhh don’t tell anyone though, just promise to drop by and read and say a kind word or two….. I don’t write this blog for the hits I write for myself, for the sheer pleasure of spilling words out of me, words which if I kept inside I would die….

Sowing my words as seed

That is why I write. Why do you?

~B

The fire inside

The fire inside

Of Inauguration Day: A new dawn for Zimbabwe?

Friday 25 November inauguration day for Zimbabwe

Zimbabwe Inauguration Emmerson Mnangagwa

Emmerson Mnangagwa gets sworn in as the third president of Zimbabwe… Yes 3rd president but history seems to have selective amnesia in 1980 we had Canaan Sodindo Banana as president and Robert Mugabe was Prime Minister (its said the presidential position was mainly ceremonial but still so yeah maybe he has in power for 37 years) in 1987 Robert Mugabe became president and the prime minister position somehow got absorbed into the presidential realm while we still celebrating our independence no one noticed but this is how he wound up with the unlimited authority that has led us down the path we are now on….

What short memory history has and that is why it is bound to repeat itself ….. if I have learnt anything from history, its that no one ever learns anything from the lessons history has to teach… doomed to watching it repeat itself.

History repeats itself

History Repeats Itself

Enter: our new president for a hopefully new Zimbabwe. His signature is quite the intricate affair…

Emmerson Mnangagwa signature crocodile

Is he drawing a crocodile as he is “affectionately” known. I am yet to mean a benign crocodile, what sharp teeth they have, this man who in some circles is known as The Butcher of Esgodini…….

Can a crocodile change its scales? I pray it can.

Only a few short weeks Emmerson Mnangagwa was Vice-President of Zimbabwe he has probably been responsible for some the policies that have seen us get to where we today, until he got fired from the ruling party and the government for disloyalty and other things and then the president resigned in a coup that was not a coup, and just like that Emmerson gets sworn in as president. People are busy celebrating the fall of one tyrant might have simply replaced the face of tyranny, old wine in new bottles and does anyone really care how exactly he got reinstated, well he is president now the bed has been made, we lay in it…. Cant help feel certain liberties have been taken with constitution…. But what do I know I am not a lawyer.

Still we have a chance at something of a fresh start, a tiny step, but still a step. I did not attend the inauguration not because I did not want but because I could not find the transport money, we still have a cash crisis going on here, I horde my precious coins as would a miser spending grudgingly always wondering what will I do tomorrow….

I didn’t watch the inauguration on TV because we had no electricity for the whole day, I don’t know if it is just my neighbourhood but we seem to experiencing a whole lot of power cuts again should I be worried?….

I would have posted this article on Friday but first all we had no electricity and then I ran out of internet data, the price of the internet is prohibitive and I just got a message from my provider that as from 1 December prices are going up….

Has anything changed and is it for the better? Well today the army did issue out a statement that normalcy has returned to the streets of Harare that the police are now resuming their regular duties although there will be soldiers will accompany them in a move that seems downright like babysitting them….. Interesting times

Zimbabwe Joint Statement by ZDF & Security

ZDF and Security service statementmbabwe ZDF and security service statement

Elections are still going on as scheduled eight months from now and I still haven’t found a candidate to vote for….. I had lost hope in the electoral process, but for now the hope has been rekindled…..

How do I feel, lets put it on the record as cautious optimism…..oh wait the new cabinet has not yet been announced maybe when they do we will have better insight into what we have in store……

~B

PS Emmerson Mnangagwa is president now much as its been cute watching international journalist stumble over his name

its getting old let me break it down phonetically for you:

Moo as in MOOn

Nuh as in NUt

Nger as in the NGER in huNGER

Gua as in GUAva

Mnangagwa Moo Nuh Nger Gua

You are welcome and tell a friend

 

PhotoCredit:  ZDF and Security Services joint Press Statement Haru Mutasa

Of Asante Sana Goodnight Mr President

The President of the Republic of Zimbabwe First Secretary of the Ruling Party, Head of State and Government, Commander-in-Chief of Zimbabwe Defence forces, Patron of The War Veterans and Chancellor of all Universities His Excellency Comrade Robert Gabriel Mugabe has resigned…….

Following unparalleled events that would rival a popular television series (except in this story no one died) which could have begun over a serving of ice cream at a rally culminating in a coup that’s not a coup; if some sources can be believed, but if I have learnt anything about the Zimbabwe situation it was that anyone who tells you they are reliably informed would probably reliably misinform you….

I am reliably informed You know nothing Batman

When it comes to the Zimbabwe Crisis/Coup that is not a coup almost every one is like Jon Snow……  You Know Nothing

Sunday Evening Former President of Zimbabwe Robert Mugabe (it feels weird writing that we have never had a former president before) scored a coup of his own he had the whole news world tuned in for hours waiting for him to announce his resignation and he had a different idea:

He finished by saying Asante Sana (thank you very much in Swahili) and bid the world Goodnight like it was business as usual and tomorrow would be a regular day at the office….

All sort of theories got thrown from impeachment to hidden agendas…

Finally though today he has resigned, the Speaker of Parliament read his resignation to members of parliament ready to start impeachment proceedings and parliament went jubilant:

 

If the parliamentarians are this happy you can imagine how the ordinary folk are rejoicing its like its carnival festivities on New Year’s Day but on Christmas day during your birthday….. What a time to be alive.

21 November 2017 I feel a certain bittersweet way, it did not have to end this way…. But Robert Mugabe had become the face of everything wrong with this country, the only president I have ever known, 93 years old still clinging onto power while some countries made room for 31 year olds, we need new blood.

Who is the former president of Zimbabwe

I know we have a long way to go to dismantle the tyranny machine and life wont miraculously get better but I have seen that people can rally behind a notion, an ideal and support and its beautiful, the same party might still be in power but our eyes have been opened….. one victory at a time 

I don’t know who our current president is, if we even have a current president? Who is running this show? I don’t know what happens next. Is this a good thing and should I be even celebrating? To be honest  I dont know but I am hopeful this is a start of a future we can believe in again……..

Mugabe Resigns

Asante Sana Mr President and Goodnight

~B

 

Of The Solidarity March Zimbabwe

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you to picture this a stadium filled with jubilant people and the legendary Bob Marley belting  out the lyrics to Zimbabwe:

Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny

The year was 1980, the occasion was independence day 18 April

That was then…. this is now 37 years later and a 93 year old president who has been around from then.

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you, if you know when a coup is not a coup?

A coup is not a coup when the citizens rally behind their defence forces when military helicopters fly overhead and people cheer, shake hands with soldiers on their armoured personnel carriers and take selfies with them.

Fist pump military man in tank

Sando

 

meet the army zDf

Zimbabwe ZDF

ZDF military

Moyo Buhle Solidaritymarch zimbabwe

18 November 2017 history was made in Zimbabwe as Zimbabweans took the streets to march to the State House and protest an end to the Mugabe Dynasty. Zimbabweans throughout the world joined marching to Zimbwean Embassies in their respective countries.

SADC AU Mugabe

A message to SADC and the AU

 

Zimbabwe Solidarity Military

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that the euphoria is contagious, its hard not to feel a certain elation when suddenly you can say something you have always wanted to say but did not want to be charged with treason….

Our dear president why don’t you rest?

Mugabe must rest now

I will confess once upon a time he was my hero he came to our school with Prince Charles and Princess Diana, he told us he drank tea with the queen, our class recited a welcome poem…..

but you know the cliche:

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

So we marched

 

R. Mugabe Road

R. Mugabe Road Street Sign trashed

Of course there are the analysts and the woke crowd who will rain on our parade, tell me that we are being used to make the army look good, tell me how the same army has kept  Mugabe in power, tell me that the ruling party will still be in power tell me, how its unconstitutional, how we need to push for democracy, how to think, how to act, what to stand for……

Well I dont know what tomorrow will bring but today I will enjoy my participation I will tell my story I was there when history was being made.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that I dont think anyone has ever seen what we witnessed here what a time to be alive.

not coup but cool Zimbabwe solidarity march

not COUP but COOL

This is not a coup its cool party let me have my moment in the sun

 

~B

PS throughout this no one was forced, no one was harmed (as far as I know) and it could easily have been mistaken for the biggest street party ever themed flags and uniforms….

 

Credits for the images Doug Coltart,  Buhle, The Guardian, Reuters

Of Dogs Playing Poker

 DisclaimerI am neither a political analyst nor an a political expert; this is simply me

Yesterday I woke up and decided I wont watch the news anymore; I am tired. Its not even that I watch a lot of it but in the past of  couple of days I have tried to keep up to date with so much, I have never neither been so much glued to my twitter feed nor watched so much ZBC (the national broadcaster…) in my entire life added together than in the past couple of days…… and most of that news was, not entirely accurate (to phrase it delicately…. because we are a polite nation even our coups are a gentleman’s coup)

Eventually I have come to the conclusion that, no one person really knows what is going on in Zimbabwe, I was (once upon a time) going to share a list on twitter accounts that I refer to as my #TheReliables for having factual non-sensational  feedback on the Zimbabwe situation but at some point they have all dropped opinion dressed up as fact….)

I have  decided not to check my newsfeed, if something important is happening, someone will tell me about it…….

How can anyone understand what the end-game when our coup that is not a coup looks like this, The Commander-In-Chief of the Zimbabwe Defence Force meets The General who wants him out:President Mugabe meets ZDF Commander and SA envoys at State House

 

 

Robert Mugabe Chiwenga Zimbabwe Herald Zimpapers

Dogs Playing Poker

Its like those “Dogs Playing Poker” paintings by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge except no one is a dog but its still a poker  game, nothing is as it seems, and just when you think it is over………. a new card shows up on the table

Word on the street is we had ourselves a nice little private school coup going on perfectly fine until of course the AU (African Union) and SADC (Southern African Development Committee) decided to intervene… a military intervention by any other name is a still a coup apparently for some reason they cant let a precedence be set………

IRREGARDLESS I know its not a real word but I just wanted to write it

Now here  we are stuck at an  impasse….. What comes after?

A Solidarity March maybe

SADC and AU Stay out of our affairs

To march or not to march…… is that even a question?

~B

PS So I lied I still check my newsfeed, what if something happens and I miss it *POKER FACE*

PhotoCredits: Zimpapers

Of Zimbabwe: A Private School Coup

When is a coup not coup? Its when the polite army officials assure you on a TV Press conference on the State Broadcaster

To both our people and the world beyond our borders, we wish to make this abundantly clear this is not a military takeover of government. What the Zimbabwe defence forces is doing is to pacify a degenerating political, social and economic situation in our country which if not addressed may result in violent conflict.

15 November 2017 history is being made

Imagine waking up to a 4am press conference by an army spokesman which basically implies they have taken over the State Broadcaster and programming for the rest of the day is reruns of old liberation songs and the press conference on loop. You can read the full speech by military spokesman  Major General SB Moyo here

We live in times of sensational journalism and fake news, rushing to break news without so much as verifying, wanting to be first with the juicy scoop. I have watched some news channels and am not surprised at the number of calls, messages and smses I have received asking me if I am safe..

APC Harare

Depending whom you ask there is a coup is underway or not, soldiers barricading access to some places, airports, boarders, parliament, the president under house arrest, the first lady may or may not have fled the country, several government officials have been detained, the president set to resign and appoint former Vice President as interim president, press conferences are coming…..

Everyone seems to know someone who knows who has it on good authority what exactly is going but everything else is pretty much hush and meanwhile the state broadcaster simply playing revolutionary songs from the war of liberation.

If a coup is going on, then it has been fairly bloodless, thats why on the streets people are calling it a coup that went to private school because so far it has not affected any of the civilians the day has been quiet but pretty much business as usual….

At the back of my head I still worry though, is this a good thing or  bad thing, how desperate are we for change that we would welcome military intervention, if my history lessons are correct, no good ever comes from an army rule but then again this is not a coup so they say, normalcy will return so they say………

How did we get here?

“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.”

-Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

These are unprecedented times we are living in and we can only hope that peace, safety and good old common sense prevail

It has been safe for now, praying that it continues so

~B

 Photo credit: Shepard Tozvireva

Of Coffee Excuses and DIY

 

If you were having coffee with me I would welcome you like a long lost friend, you know the one, the one you have been friends with from way, way way back; the one who always has your back……

i got your back clip art

And for some reason time, space and distance same to mutually agree to keep you apart, every time you chat, the conversation begins:

Hey you…. It’s been a long time.”

You always agree to meet up, play catch up and promise to be in touch more henceforth… The conversation always ends in the same way:

Promise I’ll be in touch

Sometimes you might actually meet a couple of times and chat over the phone a night or two then time flies, life dies and its suddenly a long time later:

Hey you…. Been a long time.

It’s been 22 days since my last post, initially I was simply taking a break after completing my blog everyday challenge…. Now it’s been weeks, after you have been doing a post every day for a month; 3 weeks feels like ages….

Why have I been away? Grab a cuppa and listen up.

First of all my laptop crashed taking with it my drafts; that is not as bad as it could have been because fortunately all my works in progress are synced to my phone, onto  DropBox (provided I have internet access) and a backup hard drive.

My lil niece decided the phone was dirty and needed a bath then got distracted during the process and left the phone at the bottom of a bucket full of water. Goodnight phone.

 

My current phone is the most basic one you ever did see so couldnt access all those “clever” apps and drives.

Then my back up hard-drive started making that ticking sound of death… When I plug it in I am greeted by that “unrecognized device” notificationUSB device not recognized

I am trying to fix it….

Opening an external HDD

But everything I know about hard-drives I learnt from You-Tube so wish me luck. I have always been curious to see what’s inside them.

And I love trying out my screw driver set.

screw-driver.gif

Whats having a set of screwdrivers like these for than an excuse to screw things up….. (It sounded punnier in my head)

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that when things are going wrong don’t ask yourself if they could possibly get any worse, because they will…..

My ADSL Wifi Router decided to mysteriously stop working. I called my Internet Service Provider to come have a “look-see” at it because over the phone they kept telling me to switch it off for five minutes and then switch it on again, and I tried to explain that I have been doing that. That’s the default hack to fixing a tech gadget that’s not doing what its supposed to be doing. Switch it off and then switch it on again but of course you call this process Reboot to sound like you are doing a fancy procedure….

The technician came over and fiddled with it and pronounced

Something is wrong with it

I know something is wrong with it. What I want to know is what is wrong with it?” I asked again.

The technician pondered on that then said

“It’s not working”

So I have to get a replacement Wi-Fi Router unless if anyone knows how to or someone who can fix the ZTE ZXHN H108N Home gateway.

Oh yeah and they don’t have a guarantee for their products, its barely been 3 months and router is dead and the only explanation I could get is “it not working.” I really, really, want to know whats wrong with it, what if the next one does me up like that?

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that our government had a cabinet reshuffle and also got a few new ministries. We now have a Ministry Of Cyber Security, Threat Detection and Mitigation. I understand how the cyber security is important but a whole ministry dedicated to it, especially when we already have a Ministry Of ICT seems like overkill and speculation on the streets is that its just a tool police the cyberspace and social media …elections are coming.

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you “Whats been happening in your neck of the woods?”

The youngest president elected is 31 Macron’s record has been broken.

Our President got selected to be a WHO Goodwill Ambassador………

**Update seems they have reversed their decision

Its been ten years since the death of South African reggae legend Lucky Dube and we still remember. My next post is a tribute post to this icon.

Temperatures have been exceedingly hot this past week if you were having coffee with, we wouldn’t be having coffee because when you open the tap the water comes out hot enough to make a cuppa without need to boil. I bet if we had hens they would lay boiled eggs… (ok maybe not that extreme…. But still its hot….)

Hey its been awhile; thanks for dropping by, promise I’ll keep in touch…..

~B

PS me teaching my niece how to make jelly because I am the fun like that.

Making Jelly

It was fun until after we were waiting for it to set she kept asking is it done yet over and over again…

“Wait an hour no make that 2 hours” I said hoping to buy time but nooooo now every five minutes she kept asking if two hours were up yet…..

 

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:

family

family

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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

~B

PS and of course a barbecue…..

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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.

masogwe

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

~B

Day 19 blog every day challenge