One day, Zimbabwe moved on from Robert, and into the arms of his former best friend. And why wouldn’t she? He is the one that came to her rescue and pried her from Robert’s arms. Many people were elated, excited that she had finally been yanked away from her abuser. They said, “Finally, she can…
Category: Social Commentary
A Netflix Guide to Activism & Change
A Netflix Guide to Activism & Change We live in a very complex world. It’s as beautiful as it is ugly, as hopeful as it is depressing, and as light as it is dark. We find ourselves trying to make sense of it; and when we do, our next struggled is trying to figure out…
Zimbabwe: A Conversation About Mental Illness, Stigma, and How We Can Do Better
I’ve never shied away from talking about my battle with depression and anxiety. Triggered by my mother’s passing away, I’ve fought through the highs and lows and shared my story through that journey. And the reason I share these stories is to always stress this point: therapy saved me, and it can save you or…
On Zimbabwe: A Quick Story of How We Embraced Violence
As the dust settles and the amber and ashes cool after days of violence in Zimbabwe, I took a step back to understand how we got here.
My 3 Sentence Book Review: Born a Crime
I’m lazy, but always eager to share my reading choices from popular Good Black Reads Instagram page. So I write 3 sentence book reviews! Today’s review: Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah Erma Bombeck said there is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and…
My 3 Sentence Book Review: Dread Nation
I’m lazy, but always eager to share my reading choices from popular Good Black ReadsInstagram page. So I write 3 sentence book reviews! Today’s review: Dread Nation by Justina Ireland Just the premise alone, Zombies roaming around during the Civil War had me curious. And within reading the first few pages, I was hooked: the characters, the…
Gukurahundi: Never Forget Zimbabwe’s Genocide
I am half Shona and half Ndebele, and I walk both worlds proudly. And so as you begin to read this, never accuse me of being biased or prejudiced towards either, because it will be so much easier for some to find an excuse to dismiss this conversation than to objectively digest its truth. People…
Pourquoi j’ai supporté la France durant le mondial même si je ne suis pas Français
Je plaisante sur le faite que l’Equipe de France représente l’Afrique, mais voici la réelle raison de mon obsession. L’équipe de football Française représente quelque chose de beau à mes yeux : c’est une équipe pleine d’histoires d’immigration qui montre au monde, aux politiciens, et aussi aux Français eux mêmes, la belle contribution de ces…
Why I Cheered for France at the World Cup even Though I’m Not French
I joke that the French team is representing Africa, but here is my real reason for my obsession. The French soccer team represents something beautiful to me: it’s a team full of diverse immigrant stories that show the world, politicians, and even the French citizens themselves, the wonderful and often understated contributions of the immigrants…
The Bad We Do in the Name of “God”
“When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ‘Let us pray.’ We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.” – Archbishop Desmond Tutu Whether it’s the environment, politics, or the basic innocence of another living being, we…
