Tag: By Tafadzwa Razemba

Reflections

My Quarter Life Crisis

Tafadzwa Razemba, Zimbabwe: Not too long ago I viewed anyone thirty and older as old and ancient. Now as I approach that dreaded age of spent youthfulness and officially become an adult, I become more aware of how old and 'adult' I am becoming. How whenever I go to a large event or concert, I pray that there are seats; […]

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The small house phenomenon

By Tafadzwa Razemba, Zimbabwe: There is a mysterious phenomenon currently sweeping across my country that has been rampant especially since the time of burning money, called the small house. It affects many households and has caused many a divorce. It is done by Christians and non-believers alike. It has caused great joy for some men and women, and caused great […]

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I am not my hair!

By Tafadzwa Razemba, Zimbabwe: I have a new obsession. It's not a fad; I've never been one for doing anything just because it was en vogue. It's a journey of self discovery and growth. I am not my hair but my hair is an extension of me. As a proud African woman, I have misgivings on putting chemicals in my […]

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The Introverted Version

By Tafadzwa Razemba: After years of being misjudged as aloof & snotty and hearing statements such as 'Come on, smile” or ' you're too pretty to be walking around angry”and 'shame, she's an introvert”, I always felt that there must be something wrong with me although I'm yet to see anyone who walks around everywhere with a huge Cheshire cat […]

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Let’s talk about Porn

By Tafadzwa Razemba: Ephesians 5:11 Have nothing to do with fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. Bodies writhing, ok maybe not writhing, more of spasmodic movements. Body parts at maximum exposure, no emotions shown or even feigned by the people partaking, as if they were doing something as meaningless and valueless as popping corn. Actually, popping corn would […]

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Stick, stone and books

By Tafadzwa Razemba: I went to a lovely little nursery school tucked away in a quiet suburb of Harare where I was a bit of a bully. Apparently I was slightly bigger than most of the kids and would use kicking, my teeth and fists to get my way. Honestly, I still find this hard to believe if not ridiculous, […]

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