The melancholy, anguish of the colonial era and tainting of dark bloatings of pain have never missed Africa's mirrored parchments and reflections of this long endless quest. Many African renaissance aspirants

Uncertainty It is now dusk in the arid dusty sands of Chimufombo a tiny remote village in Africa. What can only be heard is the clinking of cow bells and the smell of burning wood and charcoal as herdmen

I am happy and have joy that a social media is able to change lives of Africans this easily. I am writing with so much joy as a self imposed Steemit Zimbabwe ambassador seeking to send steemit across Zimbawe

Wachu Want - Ammara Brown ft. Chengeto [produced by Oskid] If you like the video comment - YES . If not - NO LETS STEEMIT !!!!!!

A totem is one of the most intriguing and exciting things about being African. It’s a sense of identity, accompanied by a spirit of native pride and glory. Being African like me, a Shona girl from the

Munamato WaMbiru wakati mhaa panhongonya yedenga Zvamakati garwe haridyi chemupfupi nekuba wani Huera era hwaigara munyasha tave kutotenga Avo matura azara nechingwa mikombe newaini Ndarangarira pfumo

My Birth- 1982 I was born in Bulawayo 16th of February on a Tuesday eve. Mpilo was the best hospital in this second largest city in Southern Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe after the war. The Sunshine city

Quest to freedom…  After the birth of our motherland Zimbabwe. Our joy illuminated since we writers in Zimbabwe would regain our voice to murmur again. What our eyes and hearts gulped down in