Archive | March, 2015

The hypocracy of zimbabwe’s fashionists

23 Mar

from the time zimbabwe fit the so called independence, there has been attempts to urge the people to pick some harare driven label as a national dress. There has been all sorts from some portraying nationalism in the form of flag colours to all the designs of madness you can imagine.

There has even been attempts at adopting animal prints, tie and die, and all the sort. I am here to argue for or against the designs or the point for national dress. I am here arguing that in such choices one can easily pick the biased thinking of the people and how ignorant people are of their history.

Some years back I remember there are twins who were harassed by police in zimbabwe for chosing to dress in loin covering made from animal skin. Both sides displayed sad and dangerous ignorance; the twins ignorance of their culture and how they should be attired. The police for thinking ignorantly that any dressing that’s not cotton trousers is indecent.

What I find particularly confusing is that Zimbabweans derive their political relevance to nehanda and kaguvi.one would expect accordingly that the dressing of them is what was fashion of their ancestors and hence their traditional dressing. But they try to go beyond the nehanda and kaguvi era.

I was asking around for what exactly Zimbabweans used to dress before dresses and trousers. The finding is interesting . If I had been born in certain communities at the time I was born I could have dressed in a mufoyi, mukofo or mugwada. Some mapostori sects still dress in a mufoyi.it is probably what the bible calls a loin cloth in various formations.

I once worked with some mapostori who used to dress in that type of garment. One of the guys showed me how to dress in one. It is a skill. It would leave you imagining that you are putting a nappy on somebody but in reality it is not. It is different and it too comes in different formations.

There is one where you have to have a string on your waist. This is not to be compared with the female waistline beads. A cloth is then tucked into the string and manipulated discretely covering all essentials in that one attempt. It covers but it is not warm.

There is also one which is a long cloth that you nappy like wrap round the thighs and through the legs too.it is worn baggy and would be perfect to today’s boys.

Also getting avoided is the black cloth. Most of these mikofo, were in linen white. Black as particularly a dressing colour of the religious . The hosannas, the spiritual leaders are the ones who would prefer to wear the black.there is also a demonic milti-pattern cloth that is commonly know as jira remashavi. The jira remudzimu is always black but even that is not remembered

Is it good that MDC lost in 2013 or is it bad that zanu pf won?

23 Mar

umm! Just imagine if mdc had won putting Morgan tsvangirai as president and maybe the ever beautiful former work colleague of mine thoko as vice. Maybe mumethe or call him kiyakiya would be prime minister and mangoma as finance minister. Surely nothing wrong with that except that with the posts being lucrative they would attract more kusahwisisana.

Saka biti would probably say Morgan why are you president.mangoma would say Morgan chimbobva and the same scenario with renewal.com would prevail. My view is based on the assumption that if people can fight over nothing,what more when they have much .

Imagine magraduate vachigovegwa mavens naSave mugrade7. “Aha ha Nelson wakati yako iblue Mira paside mablue haasati auya.” Next. Hehe then tamborinyoka ari presidential spokesman the new manheru. Achitonyora kuti the former president shall be treated as an elder statesman and given the respect he deserves. Ya, achitomira miramira with newly appointed herald staff, zbc staff and anaJonathan vava back to opposition academia vachingowawata zvavo thinking kuti zvichachinja. 

Imagine sekai Holland varikuhome affairs, baba, dzichiti, “can I have the roster of that day pandakarohwa I want to meet the officers akarova chembere magwaro”. Kuchitova na police commissioner mutsva brand new. Imagine ana chiwenga rap era vangova masoja a ari papenjeni. Ana chinamasa vava kuedza kusimudzira law firm wanei parikudai twakawanda and pane karinyerekupe kekunge pane tunyaya. Iyo yaMutonhori wouldn’t someone open it kana Kembo vasisiri panyanga?

Wozohwa koyi ndafungwa ndikayi ndini mudhibhisi wekwanyamakwe munyuwani. Iwe, unongohwa iwe. Ukashotesa mombe ndiye unodhibha. I will not play. Even if there are no chemicals they swim chete.

Pa uni paidei pasina kumboita dofo rakapiwa PHD. Because the corrupt academics like the ones who gave that one a PHD would not be there. Mhashu would have saked them all. 

Zimbabwe: the land story -a comedy that is also a horror.

14 Mar

when the land grab started I was working in the bulawayo matebeleland South areas and living in the middle of farmland. Among my neighbour farmers was the then Vice President the late John. I remember a lot of things that went on hence the topic.

I was never interested in the farmland and I appreciate that I have toyed with farming but I was never going to grab someone’s farm on the pure basis that they are white and I am black. Don’t even try to engage me on that , in my small mind it is called racism. I suffered it as a child and I suffer it now and there is no way I am going to be as evil as evil. Do not let evil overcome you but overcome evil with good.

So here I was one day driving from gweru to my rural place. And suddenly there were shacks all over the dry barren land to the left of the road just past lochard store. This was laughable to great proportions, and I thought ,have people gone nuts? But no, it was no laughing matter. The thing spread all over and soon all farms were under the control of the lawless people ranging from the common thief who could Nick a domestic rubbish (humbamarara) to oJeki and that kind who can mate with a donkey and all. The porchers were there too and for a time highways were flea markets of game meat. I challenge anyone to show me even a buck in that community now.

Then a few weeks on some land grabbing war vet turned porcher was arrested for cattle rustling. His colleague closed the bulawayo harare road and for hours and hours we were stuck in a queue caused by a disgruntled porcher. And the police stood powerless and that is when I realised that the country was not smouldering but burning and set to for long.

But I was fearless and continued to work where I worked doing what I did and relating with the same people I related with. I saw the takeover of the fountains fresh. The farm belonged to a JR. GODDARD popularly known as phezulu. This place was a producer of the best oranges ever, it had a butchery and sold eggs and chickens of unprecedented standard. When I was last in that part of woods the place was said to be owned by one sithembiso nyoni. So in an effort to decongest rural Zimbabwe, the best way was to remove jr phezulu and replace him with s nyoni pansi.sorted!

Hate has no logic you know. And greed too. I hate all that is currently happening because it will get worse and if I live another 30 years I will surely witness the saddest part of any country’s history. The current ruling party has created a mammoth problem for tomorrow’s generation. They have given all the land to mostly activists who pretend or are genuine zanupf members or are linked there to.

Yet the wise shona say ushe madzoro, chieftainship is in turns. The ndebeles have a similar saying but I will choose kusinwa kudedelwana, you dance giving others a chance. So one day something will cease to be. Somebody will cease to be and somebody will ask why I should have no farm when you have. One day I will ask why I should buy the land from you when you got it for a political membership. One day I will ask where mine is.

Already I don’t like what i see. For example Maleme farm in Kezi is being taken from a white man and given to a cio operative of zanupf inclination. How is that decongest ing the congested rural areas. That farm borders a rural communal area of people who could do with more grazing land yet they have to lose both the livelihood of their union with the White guy and harmony only to lose yet again land of their ancestors to a zanupf operative from mashonaland somewhere,someone they closely associate with a genocide that has remained unattended for many many years.

And finally, a young white expatriate/immigrant came to work in Zimbabwe from Europe somewhere. He married a local white girl and they looked for farmland to buy. They found some undeveloped plot, got the not interested thing and bought it. They built a pole and grass hut, used to ask for water from us and really struggled. I am sure their budget was very small.

They were ok only in their 4 th year of farming. Ok in the sense that they had a decent house and were starting to be something when jambanja struck. They lost that.

How on earth is that fair? Only one drunk on greed, hatred, beer and drugs can find that fulfilling.

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