O Nehanda Nyakasikana!
O Nehanda Nyakasikana!
Kunozove riniko,
Isu VaNyai tichitambudzika;
Mweya Unoera!
Kunozove riniko,
Isu VaNyai tichidzvinyirirwa?
Ko, inga taneta wani nokunwa misodzi;
Ko, toshirira kudzamara kuve riniko?
Ko, inga panguva yechando miti inozvizorodza,
Inokuhumuka mashizha yombowana rudekaro,
Kwozoti nokuchena kwokunze yodombera;
Mashizha yovawo nenhenhere inoyevedza;
Shiri nemhuka nenyuchi dzokwezvwa nehwema,
Ko, isu rugare ruchatisvika riniko? Read more
The sewage street
The October Sun slowly crawls upwards
And momentarily settles behind a patch of cloud,
With smells of burnt mice clogging
Nehanda Street.
Another day is almost done -
Now, a sewage pipe goes pop - as usual
And spews thick, raw content across the street
Feet jump and skip watery veins
Of feaces looking for a way to escape
But now imprisoned in stagnant pools Read more
I too have a dream
Based on Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech (1963)
The day is coming when every Zimbabwean will sing in the words of Morgan Tsvangirai: "Change you ways! Chinja maitiro! Guqula izenzo! Thank God Almighty, change has come!"
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as a turning point for freedom in the history of our nation.
One score and eight years ago, some great Zimbabweans, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, witnessed the victory celebration of their hard won fight. This momentous ocassion came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Zimbabweans who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their subjugation.
But 28 years later, the Zimbabwean still is not free. One hundred and twelve years after Mbuya Nehanda inspired the first war of Chimurenga, the life of the Zimbabwean native is still sadly crippled by the manacles of power mongering and the chains of corruption. One hundred and twelve years later, the Zimbabwean lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred and twelve years later, the Zimbabwean is still languished in the corners of Global society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to start to put an end to a shameful condition.
In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a cheque. When the architects of our revolution wrote the magnificent words of the original Constitution and, they were signing a promissory note to which every Zimbabwean was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all people- yes, black as well as white, coloured as well as Indian , Ndebele as well as Shona - would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Read more
Nehanda never wrote a blog
There is a tree in Josiah Tongogara Avenue in Harare which stands alone in the middle of the road It is a peculiar sight and a sheer miracle that with all the recklessness of Harare drivers it remains unscathed.
But why, when all the other trees around it were chopped down decades ago, was it spared? More on this later.
In the year 1896, it is said that the Zimbabwean people started their first war of resistance against the colonial settlers who had started arriving in 1890. The inspiration and main revolutionary force behind this uprising was one Mbuya Nehanda. Read more
