Since I wrote a letter to Febbie, my ex- mother in law, a few weeks ago, my inbox has been flooded with messages from women all over the world who grew up in Africa, especially Zimbabwe. They reported to have had a similar certain Febbie in their life who abused them mercilessly and traumatised them. Some of … Continue reading Introducing JAW: Writing Therapy For The Abused African Girl Child
May The African Girl Child Arise
May the African girl child arise... May she arise to be the princess that she is May she fight oppression in all its forms May she be bold and not be afraid She has been abused and betrayed By those meant to protect her But she is strong and courageous May her beauty shine like … Continue reading May The African Girl Child Arise
No Mummy, I Was Always Your Little Girl, Not The Other Woman
As I stand today, now one of the most hated women in Zimbabwe, a figure of ridicule, scorn and mockery, which is being cruelly hurled at me along with the cultural and religious threats which come with it. Some are saying I will die a painful death because I have done an abomination of speaking … Continue reading No Mummy, I Was Always Your Little Girl, Not The Other Woman
Why Zimbabwe Breeds A Culture Of Girl Child Abuse
According to Zimbabwe, or rather its culture, I was abused by way too many people. I was abused by my previous pastor, the church community, my ex-husband, my ex-sisters in law, my ex-mother in law, and now recently I wrote about the pain of my childhood in the hands of my mother. Zimbabwe as a … Continue reading Why Zimbabwe Breeds A Culture Of Girl Child Abuse
Dear Bren Mupa, My Story Is Mine To Tell, Not Yours To Silence
You were recently nominated for a Zimbabwe Achievers Award, Female Personality. It's in my understanding that you stand for women and girls of Zimbabwe, especially their rights, though I may be wrong. I remember not long ago, you wrote about me on your Facebook page, attacking me and telling me that abuse is personal, and no … Continue reading Dear Bren Mupa, My Story Is Mine To Tell, Not Yours To Silence
To My Mummy…
Mothers Day has just passed, it's always that time of the year when I see other women paying tributes to their amazing mothers... I am happy mum, but no matter how happy I am, or how old I am, God has put a void in my heart that only a mother's love can fill. You … Continue reading To My Mummy…
Why I am no longer Zimbabwean…
I have finally left Zimbabwe, its been a long journey, but like how Ruth left Moab, I did it, and will never look back. As a writer, I have not only left the country physically, but I have left the country emotionally too. During my time off Facebook, this was something I had to reflect on. … Continue reading Why I am no longer Zimbabwean…
I will never forgive a person who is not sorry.
Its okay not to forgive. There I have said it. Holier than thou Christians shoot me all you want. After my open letter to my evil ex-mother in law Febbie two weeks ago, I had a lot of people write to me, some were telling me I had to forgive her so I can be … Continue reading I will never forgive a person who is not sorry.
This is my name...and I am not ashamed to say it.