Every first day of the year Fasto's wife, Nyakiondo (so named because of the basket of palm fronds she carried everywhere), had Jacaranda farm's foreman assemble all the children at 8.00a.m outside the farm dairy before she...
I happen to have had a mother who knew the value of education for her children even though she never saw the inside of a classroom as a pupil, but only when summoned by my class teacher to hear the…
Perhaps it’s better to learn to live with what you cannot change. I have always been allergic to being backbitten but my most recent allergy is the closed-circuit television (CCTV) camera one. This has now developed into...
In the land where I come from, I used to hear the elders saying that “not every day is a Sunday”. I never got the chance to ask them what that meant. However, as a small boy at the time,…
From where I sit, I keep thinking that women are smarter than men — or is it something to do with perceived differences in maturity levels? Well, my brother from another mother would tell you that all women are smart…
I am a disturbed man, not because there’s a court order to attach my properties or because the mother of my six daughters has been recalled by her family delegates because of my failure to pay the 14-year-outstanding lobola. I…
My first cellphone was a huge Nokia brand, the size of a medium size cassava. It had some loud, scary ring tones that could have woken a snoring spouse. But thanks to a changing milieu, the dynamics of technology have…
Many quarrels and disagreements stem not from what was said but how it was said; the tone and attitude that comes with it. Many people think that this finding is an exaggeration skewed to favor women but it is just…
From where I sit, I keep thinking that if the municipalities had garbage trucks for picking up all those people who lack common decency, some of us would be passengers. Starting in public places such as taxi ranks, beaches, restaurants…
I know that I have a poor memory and not just because I cannot remember when I last got paid my salary or when my next lobola instalment is due. It’s just that my memory and senses reject matters which…
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