Poetry

The Late Bloomer

We all go through the motions of life differently. Same stages but it seems we all have our timing individually programmed for us, somehow. It may happen too soon or take forever, or it may just be...

Will you make the time?

January came and left so did February and March and April decided not to stay as well. And here we are! In May, marking the second quarter of the year, what does this mean to you, me...

Whom do I seek to please?

Whom do I seek to please, for whom do I live?Am I for the one that makes me breatheOr I serve the one that makes me grieve?Have I forsaken my chosen path,Do I follow the road to...

Scandals of a Priest

Today you are going to change  your cheque into cashBut first you take your crippled relative out with the trashShame on you Mr Preacher manThe first one in this bank stretching your receiving handGo and have a...

Is Satire the New Protest? – Zviri kumbofamba sei?

People often ask why Zimbabweans speak of a repressive government when freedom ‘of’ expression is guaranteed in the Constitution and articles such as mine can be published. However, they often overlook that freedom ‘of’ expression does not...

Lest we forget

Lest we forget, lest we ever forget,That within us soldiers lay,Lest we ever have the propensity to forget so easily our historyThat wars were waged on this land to secure a better destiny for us.Lest we ever...

Are you Watching me?

So many people come to me and admire how successful I seem. To them I have it all figured out but do I? They ask if I have done it before, is it inborn, or was I...

I did, I did not

I did, I did notI knew a woman onceBut I did not know her. I wish to be like the baobab branchThat breathes in the nothingness of the air.That twists and turnsTo the melody...

Paradox to a Child

There is something aboutHarare in spring that reminds meOf my motherHarare in spring is...BellismaShe is fresh and regalThe smile of her Jacaranda bloomFlirts with hope and new beginnings   Carrying the scent of promiseShe tells yesterday’s barrennessTo take flightAt...

What’s in a Name?

You don’t define meYou can’t stall meYou don’t decide my worthYou can’t condemn meYou don’t confine meYou can’t try meYou don’t faze meYou can’t break meYou don’t frustrate meYou can’t impoverish meYou don’t school meYou can’t silence...
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Tora Gidi Uzvitonge

It’s rather unfortunate that the only visual reference that most Africans have of their history mostly come from colonial documents, and old...

Ambuya Nehanda In All Her Glory

I want my art to explore the fantasy of what if we treated women the same way we treated men. Would ambuya...

Desires And Archetypes

The image of Nehanda Charwe Nyakasikana is bitterly etched into the collective consciousness of Zimbabwe. It comes from a photograph that was...

Handikanganwe Mbuya Nehanda 

POVO Afrika · Pauline - Handikanganwe Mbuya Nehanda Just a girl in the world and you had to be...