Hie again
The second day of HIFA was very interesting. Let me tell you about my experience throughout the day from the first show I attended and the shows are: A Sprig of Rosemary, Iyasa, Matthew and Peter’s classical music, Kraft, Susheela Mehta and Bharatnatya Dance Company, The Crossing, Beauty and the B.E.E and Don’t Be A Stranger. Let me tell you one by one and it goes like so: Read more
Dear Friends
HIFA kicked off today and hey, I have to admit, it’s quite promising to be a memorable show. This is my first time to attend the festival and you can imagine the excitment. I went to the Funk Fusion Fashion Show and I saw some great designs by a Zimbabwean designer. Munyaradzi Chadzonga from BBA3 was narrating a story of a King who sent his sons to fetch a wife. Read more
Why is it that a lot of single people want to be married and the married want to get out of marriage? Is it a case of the grass looking greener on the other side or just some indecision…? The bible says that he who finds a wife finds a good thing and also commands husbands to love their wives whilst wives are commanded to submit to their husbands. Is it totally un-doable? Cast your vote on www.hupenyu.wordpress.com
Courage Shumba, 30, is currently awaiting a decision from the Home Office on his application for asylum.
Here he tells how he was forced to leave his home country and seek refuge in the UK and how he feels the asylum system has, so far, failed him:
In 1999 I enrolled at the University of Zimbabwe to study law; soon after I was elected to the students’ Executive Council as Vice President.
I was the first branch chairman for the Movement for Democratic Change at the university and heavily involved with the National Constitutional Assembly.
I wasn’t a part-time political activist - I was fully involved in trying to liberate our country from the barbaric and brutal regime of Robert Mugabe.
In 2001 I was expelled from the University for political activism. I’d studied law for three years but they refused to give me my results or grant me a hearing. Read more
Maongororo ano gutsa meso senhumbu
Ndino ona maruva kutumbuka pamuti
Usina pfumvudza, kuti mwacha zidzumbu
Hwema huno tasva mhepo kuenda rwendo
Igwezvo kushiri nenyuchi, kwandiri paditi
Idonhodzo ndofunga shupiko renge hondo
Muchini unopipidza, wada kuti ndiongorore
Kundidzora ndigadzirise pasave nengozi pakati
Inozondi tevera kwandinoenda sendine chakaorera
Kuzeya kwaunoita muti mumhepo, turuva tuchidonha
Ndinonzwa uteta mumuviri, makore afuga makuti
Ndaataya ndirikure nepadare, ndiri kuno kumatonho
Muti uchaita muchero, uchadyiwa nevachauona
Ini chasara kukushumuka, ndoorera ndove sauti
Pakashaya ano paradza, pachava ne chekuona.
Farai Madzimbamuto
I came, son, I came. . .
I came, but I did not go in
There were many already, many of them
I saw their limp faces, dulling eyes
They were waiting, maybe even hoping
I pushed my head through
I shook my head, I know not why.
I had heard, I heard
Words spoken in haste, with passion
Baskets full of words arrayed, some
Writhe and spit
Others prone in supplication
Words shooting straight, my earth moved
I could not believe
I had to feel for myself
The sound of pain had not moved me
I reach my hand to you
In the ground, I came
To press your body to mine
You had your piece of country
Pressing you
For now.
Farai Madzimbamuto
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