Blind for good

July 1, 2009 · Posted in I was just thinking, Poetry · 1 Comment 

The sun can not give light at night
So all evil will be out of its sight,
But now day and night evil patrols
Thats why i can’t see beyond my brows.

Hope’s songs of redemption

November 24, 2008 · Posted in Art life, Music & Dance, Zimbos who rock · 1 Comment 

The Making of a Unique Band

“By the rivers of Babylon I sat and wept,” thus sang the long- suffering Hebrews in their time of Babylonian captivity. They found themselves singing God’s song in a strange land. But though the song speaks of tears, it is actually a song of hope and redemption. The very act of singing it meant that the singers had in actual fact symbolically freed themselves. And, in these turbulent times we live in, we need songs and singers with enormous emotional power that can heal our grief, assuage our anxieties and allow us to hope for a better future. Hope Masike neKakuwe have it in them to do just this and more.

Hope, second from left, and members of Kakuwe

Hope, second from left, and members of Kakuwe

The dream and vision to form Kakuwe was born long before Hope decided to enrol at the Zimbabwe College of Music. Born with music in her blood, an independent feisty spirit, Hope was always someone who marched to a different drum, and so it was not surprising that when she decided to take her music seriously, she wanted to form a unique band with a different sound. Read more

The Rasta man’s speech

November 5, 2008 · Posted in I was just thinking, Poetry · Comment 

I could never do such a wicked thing me lord,

Me robbing another man me lord?

This man be full of dedication,

To smear Rastafarian reputation, Read more

There are no Christians

My roommate at college was always praying. He prayed when he got up in the morning. He prayed when he came in at lunchtime. He woke up at 3am every other morning to go out to the fields to pray with some of his church mates. He would meet with these church mates at least twice a week in the evenings for prayer meetings or bible readings in the room.

But my roommate was filthy. If he bathed three times a week, that was a good week. If he did his laundry once a month I was lucky.  His wardrobe resembled the scene of an atomic bombing.  Dirty clothes were thrown in there in a not very pleasant mixture with exercise books, library books, shoes, newspapers, unfinished meals, Christian literature, and other paraphernalia. Read more