How to say ‘I love you’- A guide for Zimbabwean men
Zimbabwean men are notorious for their inability to express their affections vocally. Those three words: “I love you,” when they do come out are often mumbled quickly or said without the affection that renders them meaningful. Too many Zimbo dudes believe that if they grope you all over, or if they buy you things, these are sufficient signs of affection so they don’t need to say it. Wrong! Here are few pointers to help you remove any doubt from her mind that you love her to bits.
1. Listen
When your woman talks, listen to her. If she’s sharing about the problems she’s having at work she’s not asking you to solve them, she just wants you to know. So don’t be afraid, just listen. Don’t fiddle with the remote, or keep glancing at the TV. If she is saying something important, switch off the damn set and pay attention. Give her the look that says mudiwa, you have my full attention. The rewards will be amazing. Read more
Tears telling a tale of her toil
She proclaimed that I had ruined us and the bliss we once shared,
That I had made her heart beat with each word I said,
And how my deceit and lies had helped split our ties,
Reinforcing the fact that I’m just another guy, Read more
The “Dear John” letters
Dear John
I hope this finds you enormously irritated and above all curious. I am writing to let you know that nothing has changed and nothing will change and by jove I still do not like you. You however have something that belongs to me and I would very much like it if you gave it back to me. I dont care if you were using it and it has become part of you and all such nonsense , I want it back. Its my heart and I need it. By now you should have received yours back (I mailed it a week ago, ref number 249294) if its damaged claim from insurance as the postal service said it was covered. Please return my heart in one piece so i can get to the business of loving somebody else. I am prepared to fight for it so please just dont let it come to that.
waiting anxiously for what’s mine
Jane
I want to live
I woke up this morning and decided it would be the last
I will control my destiny and make my wishes come true fast
Hold my hand so I can take you there,
And together we’ll get to share eternal bliss,
And smile too, something we’d began to sorely miss,
No more tears for me and you to shed,
Ecstatic that we will both wake up dead
A moving novel from Sarudzai Mubvakure
London based Zimbabwean, Sarudzai Mubvakure has just released her debut novel, entitled A Disappointing Truth…
Review by Melissa Levine: The Tragic Life of Sarah Witt, the lead character so frequently encounters catastrophic events that forgiveness does not seem to have a place in her life. But it is the choice to forgive that ultimately leads the young, bi-racial woman to unconditional love and true happiness.
“Love ignores the faults. And that’s why no matter what, our love is forever.”
Mubvakure’s story unfolds in London, New York, Zimbabwe and ends in Scotland were Sarah accepts the limitations of those who have caused her harm and makes the decision to move forward in her life.
In the fall of 1971, a young woman is violently raped in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). Her assault will greatly impact the lives of several people, including Farai, the young boy who witnesses the crime and a group of English entrepreneurs who have set up businesses in Rhodesia to make their fortunes. The members of the “English Boys Club” become deeply involved in the plight of this young woman whose attack results in the birth of a daughter. 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
