Poem by Tashinga Chiwomba
MY BELOVED
The elders of my time only told me that life was cold
They never went in-depth explaining it
Perhaps they thought I…
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I had impulsively cut off my dreads because I felt deep within me that it was time for a new era, time for me to…
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There is so much more to age than just being a number.
I looked forward to turning twenty-one with all the hype and excitement it…
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THE RISING
Rising from dust,
From squatters and cages encroached on us;
Skins of coffee and earth-
A people of devotion for freedom
A love for the land
An ache… -
THE UNVEILING
What is this veil covering your eyes?
Who is the one telling you these lies?
Why are you allowing these negative thoughts to linger?
Can’t you… -
Life is hard. It’s even harder when you are a woman living in a patriarchal society. Now add being HIV positive, a sexually transmitted…
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My name is Sandra Mamai. I go by Sandy and Naf in some cases. How would I identify myself now that I’ve become aware…
