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I Have Something To Tell You: PROSPERITY CHAUKE (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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I am sitting hunched my head low-stooped like a nun in prayer .Drenched in thoughts I absently gaze at the dying fire. As the ambers fade away into ashes, I am painfully reminded of my dying hopes. I wish I could blow some life into that fire but I can’t. I’m just a voiceless and helpless being, crawling on the face of the Earth. One of my children coughs; a long dry cough. Before I can reach out to give him some water, the cough dies down and he falls back to sleep. Just like this fire, both my children are dying before my eyes and there is nothing i can do about it. Deeper and deeper, day by day I am sinking in this pool of sorrow, pain and helplessness.

My body is like an old weathered pirate’s map.Scars tattooed all over me by life itself are the price I had to pay, for being a woman.My heart is wrenched apart, my soul is crushed. I have paid so much for masking my agony in silence. Within me my soul yearns and screams to be heard. I have something to tell you.

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It’s a story of blood and sweat, fire and ice, possibilities and impossibilities, a fight of tackling formidable prey. It’s a silent cry that has been going on for long but goes unheeded. Women can have a say in the kitchen but when it comes to business, many think it is a sphere for men. Women are considered inferior and weak. It’s funny how somebody who has to wake up early every morning, cook, clean and make sure everybody is set before attending to her own needs is called weak. My lecherous husband goes around whoring and in return, together with my children, we succumb to the ravages of STIs. It’s the grass that always suffers when bulls fight. I endure everything silently but I’m called weak? If that is the definition of weakness then I bet we cannot rule out insanity, some people really need to have their heads examined.

To all the misogynists, those who would rather go to the grave swearing the sun rises in the West than agree with a woman, you seriously need to update your dictionary. Women are not weak. Women are fierce, strong with undaunted spirits. I might be lying on a withered mattress, my face fading into the obscenity of pain but I’m courageous. Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point. Statistics have it that 95% of gender based violence victims are women. Gender equality is considered nothing but a piece of trash. Just like how my grandmother thought I was possessed when I was practicing my Spanish, women are often misunderstood when they try to voice out their thoughts and doubts regarding many things. Women who try to women up are considered rebellious and tyrant.
The fire spreads into the education spectrum. When a boy gets good grades in an examination, he is intelligent and hardworking. When a girl gets the same grade for the same examination, she is accused of sleeping with her lecturers. Just like cutting margarine with a hot knife, it’s easy for a man to scamper the heights of education and attain a name for himself. For the same post, a woman has to go through a series of exploitation, scorn and derision, high quality corruption and humiliation. Every day, every time, a woman has to work twice as hard as a man to achieve half the recognition. Our country and the world as a whole is full of male dominated workplaces. This is a reality we cannot ignore.

It’s high time other women like me out there woke up and realise that there is more to life than being a punching bag. I long for that day where this war that has been going on for too long will come to an end. With a smile on my face and a folding of the hands, I know it’s going to be a cold day in hell today because when my husband comes from work, I have something to tell him too.

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She Is An Army: SEKAI IMBAYARWO-CHIKOSI (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Yes, to the normal eye she is nothing out of the ordinary. Just another middle-aged woman, struggling to bolster her waning sanity in a vicious world while grappling to strike a balance between being a good mother and devoted wife. In my eyes, and in the eyes of those who have had the
privilege to come across such a phenomenal woman, calling her ordinary would be nothing short of an insult.

She is an army. When I see my mother, I see an army. Not because she is muscular, sports ripped arms and a toned sixpack and brandishes ammunition and firearms. Neither is it because she is your typical Supergirl on a rush to save the world. Instead, it is because my mother is a fighter; ready for the war. She is all the superheroes ever created combined and more. Aged 49, my mother has successfully made it in the commercial world, emerging as one of the managers of a top-notch retail furniture shop. For a sector dominated by males, she has constantly fallen prey to chauvinistic behaviour. Instead of succumbing to the negativity, my mother has always picked herself up, trampling over her obstacles on the battlefield on her rise to the top like the fighter she is. She started from the bottom, and now she is there, at the top.

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My mother is an army, wearing her pain and experiences as her armour. Each and every scar, both emotional and physical forms part of her network of trophies, creating a record of all the battles she has ever fought and won. Having been married at a relatively young age by today’s standards, she had to shape up because she could no longer ship out. Her father’s death, the person she had been closest to in her family was another heavy blow that threatened to send her wallowing in the pits of depression. Being the optimistic and bubbly woman, she did not allow these to be setbacks in her life, she was more than geared up to get it back on track.

Thirty years later, my mother has not only levelled up to be one of the strongest women I know but has reached such a standard of greatness, a
far cry from the timid girl she was when her journey as a mother began.
Just like an army, my mother has been a shield, reminiscent of a mother hen on a bid to protect her hatchlings from the wolves in sheep’s clothing ravaging the society. In a world where girl children are most vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation, my mother has made it her top priority to keep us safe. Never a day has passed without her going out of a way to ensure not only the security but comfortability of my two sisters and I. Bluntly put across, she is the word overprotective redefined. Although we feel that she invades our privacy at times, her intentions are good and I really would not want that to change somehow.

At the end of it all, my mother is a Queen fit for royalty, a role model I adore beyond words and the epitome of love, protection, strength. Without her, my life would be a war, hectic! Although life has dealt several blows to her as a way of throwing her off-track, I can proudly say my mother has conquered. Donning a crown over her head, wearing her pain like stilettos and clad in the armour of experiences learnt throughout her life, she is an army.

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The Beauty In Me: VIMBAINASHE MUSWERA (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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First of all l want to try and define the word beauty .Beauty
can be defined by the character or physical appearance
of an individual. Some people think that beauty is how one
looks on the outside. However to others inner beauty is more
important than outer appearance .lt is difficult to explain the word
‘BEAUTY’ because everyone has their own opinion and views about
beauty.
I am a proud and beautiful African girl. l am fifteen years old
and l learn at Harare Girls High. l have long brown natural hair,
a pair of dark -brown eyes and smooth silky skin. l am a good friend,
good student, a good child to my parents and a kind human being .l am tall
and brown in complexion.


I am a dedicated and hard working young girl .Once l start something
I do it whole heartedly and l ought to finish it .l set goals in my life for
example l want to work hard in school and all that l do , pass and make
my family very proud .l believe God and family come first so l always
Keep the values ,culture and norms l was taught in mind .l am the kind of
Person who fulfils her promises. Whenever someone trusts me with
something l always deliver with no failure maybe that’s why l was given my
name “Vimbai”.

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I am a very competitive person,l have faith in my abilities and there
is no second place in my book but if l do not succeed l never give
Up and l tackle my difficulties .l love my family and friends. l love helping
people because l believe that its better to give than to receive and that
If one gives away with all their heart God rewards accordingly so l am
beautiful in all aspects.
In a nutshell beauty is to overcome your bias against your body ,learn to
appreciate and love what you’re naturally created with!!!

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I Have Something To Tell You: DARYL CHIBANGE (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Your strength is compressed inside you. You fail to express it because someone is physically stronger, criticizing you, doubts your capability or you think you are too weak. The secret is, their strength is nothing compared to your capacity to withstand great force and pressure. You are a female lion and it’s time to unleash the greatness inside of you and let your roar be head. Strength is not only achieved by talking rather by ignoring the discrimination and walking towards your goal. The deepest fear is not that you are inadequate, rather it is that we are powerful beyond measure. The difference between a pessimist and an optimist is that a pessimist sees the difficult in every opportunity while an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficult. Argue for your limitations and sure enough they are yours. Patrol the towns with your head soaring above like an eagle and don’t let the enemy pull you down. Obstacles are what make challenges interesting therefore when an enemy lands on your back trying to pull you down, fly higher, and there will be too much oxygen for them to handle. The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand. Let your silence speak for you. Too often people under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all which have the potential to turn a life around. Unfortunately for them, and rather fortunately for you who possesses most of these attributes, you have the capability to prove them wrong. The world might be male dominated but you are there to provide the foundation of hope, justice, wisdom, grace, power and creativity. Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage. Proud, rich and handsome. Impossible features of a men without a woman. Your motherly impact is enough to build a thousand rich man. Your will to live as a woman is enough to prove your capacity. Where there’s a will there is a way. To find your way out of a dark cave, you look for the smallest ray of sunshine. Similarly look for the smallest ray of hope and you will light a thousand more for one candle is enough to spread light. How long will you suppress your talents and keep your dreams a secret? It is time to shout out to the whole world and show your presence. When the world throws challenges at you, don’t say why me, rather try me and hear me roar.


It is time to make the women independent in all aspects of live, be it mind, thoughts or decision making. It is time to bring equality in the social circle. It is quintessential to empower women so that our country can be a better place. Women giving birth to the babies meaning they shape the future of our country and child development. Instead of being treated as victims of male chauvinism, women need to be treated equally to men. The growing conscience is to accept women as individuals with the capability to make rational, educated and important decisions in families, societies and at large, the nation. Over the years women have shown and proven their ability to bring a new twist to the society and economy. They have proven and shown their greatness in many different ways. Why are we still trying to hold them back? Food for thought. Women empowerment should not only end with giving them opportunities to speak and share ideas, rather they should be taught some martial art skills for protecting themselves in cases such as domestic violence.

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It is time to bring an interesting plot twist to the story of the world. Instead of a male dominated world, we bring in the concept of gender equality. It is time for women to live their dreams. As a women, you have what it takes. Don’t dream it, be it!

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