On Nehanda, colonialism and the power of memory... My understanding of art is that it immortalises. The old image of Mbuya Nehanda's vessel depicts an old woman who was aged and had gone through brutalisation by the colonial Government.

Sunday Lunch Short Story.

It's 9:45 pm, he feels a tickle he now knows too well. He tries to ignore it, fully aware there will be a time he will not afford such a luxury. Another tickle comes, this time with a different feel. Again, he tries to occupy his mind with other things. The path behind his room is uncharacteristically quiet for a Friday night. Prodding boots, whistles and sometimes song, form the ambience he is yet to get used to. This is his third week in the backroom, after moving from another backroom in Braeside.

Mass production of university degrees especially at Masters level will come back to haunt this country one day. When one reads to be a master of any discipline, they have to contribute to the body of knowledge. People are graduating with rudimentary dissertations. Getting a Masters degree is an academic privilege, unlike basic education and an undergraduate. One has to be able to show distinguishable range for them to complete and be considered a master. The papers and researches should be lucid and useful in the grand scheme of things.

For context, a definition of Magate. Artist Enzo Ishall released a dance song titled Magate. The song sounds like a conversation between a prophet and a troubled woman who is possessed by a twerking spirit. The contents of the song are almost clear except the Magate part. Friends who don't speak Shona and others who do have been struggling to get the actual meaning of Magate. In Zimbabwe there is an indigenous apostolic sect known as Johanne Masowe Yengu Tsvuku. They are an African spiritual sect which lives detached from the world's conventions.