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She Is An Army: MONALLISA KABWAYA (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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They happened a knock at midnight then I awaken and saw that i was perspiring heavily and I opened the door and to my biggest shock I saw no one there but a shadow which kept on running in different directions and as i tried catching it, it was to no avail, I trembled with fear and went to the backyard where the shadow headed to and I surprisedly saw a basket overlaid with baby blankets and the shadow varnished in thick air. I tried finding out whom had left the basket there and calling out for help but everyone seemed quite asleep unless they were all buried away. I hesitated to open it then I took it inside and to my own astonishment I saw a baby girl wrapped up inside it and i found a note too which read : I’m sorry but you should keep the baby for yourself , I don’t want it ! since I remembered your words which you always said , “Never harm the innocent because what goes around will come around ” I dropped the letter with burst of tears and in disbelief that it was really a letter from my lost daughter whom had abandoned us , me and her brothers. At that time, I sat on the bed next beside my younger son Kudakwashe and I wondered how he had not awoken with all the noise I had caused. Anyway I looked at the baby very well and I could tell by looking that the baby had some complications , it had a fever and it coughed quite badly that I felt pity for it and it looked five months old to me . I started crying and that’s when my younger son awoken and started gushing out questions of what I didn’t know of. What I remembered most where the words written in the letter which I had always told my daughter of and I assumed that the baby was hers because she was pregnant the last time I had seen her and had she listened to me her life won’t have been messed up like that and this is where my story begins .

I was depressed for my daughter to come back home early. I was tearing apart for my son to get well. I grieved because my husband died mysteriously leaving me behind with lots of debts to settle for him and the person he owed had occasionally wanted to chase us out of our house and sell the house in order to return back his money but my elder son Brendon had taken such cases to the court for a peace order and also pleaded with the court to give us more time and it gave us a grace period of a year to payback to those we owed . I was indeed in agony of such a painful life I lived. I trusted in God to be my only divine helper. For two months my daughter Munodei had not returned back home and this fact saddened me very well. I had looked for her all the way from Zengeza 1 to 5 and in each of the surrounded beer stores I knew but I didn’t find her , I even asked her friends but they denied ever had seen her. Lastly I went to the police station and reported my case there and they questioned me about when last I had seen her and what her motive was like before leaving the house and I started narrating my story to them.

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It was getting dark at 9.pm. When I and my two boys had just finished our meal. As a mother I got worried for my daughter as she was still out there in the dark. Regardless that, I told my elder son Brendon that I was going for a walk and I didn’t want any disturbance. I left him in care of my nine year old son Kudakwashe who had a fever which arose on several times and for this reason , my baby had missed school for fortnights as he was still pale. Brendon did not bother asking about her sister for he knew that Munodei had gotten nasty and it was not so easy to scold her without her responding vilely. She had become so cold and indifferent to everything. She would throw her rude attitude at me despite the fact that I was her mother. Not that I had not raised her well but I conformed her to good sentiments but she began following bad footsteps of her peers. One day around 6pm on my way to the market, I met Munodei’s friend Tariro whom looked so drunk like a fish and I asked her if she had seen Munodei and she denied ever seeing her and I beseeched her until she let the cat out of the bag and said that Munodei was at Mutiripasi beer store and I rushed there like an eagle as soon as I heard it. When I got there at the entry was a swarthy, muscular man who inspected on who goes in and comes out. He ignored me at first as I watched the dazzling lights of the chandelier moving in streaks. Suddenly I saw whom I called my pretty daughter , my child , my Munodei and my only pride whom was surrounded by two men on both her sides and they looked quite disgusting to me . That muscular man then spoke rudely to me saying “Hey! What do you want here?” “I am sorry my son, I am just watching over there!” Pointing at Munodei and the gentlemen she had with. “She’s my daughter! ” I said. “OK I understand ma’am but this is not a good place for you to be” he said.”While it is a good place for my daughter younger my age?” I said. “For both it may not…but i suggest you should go home ” he said. “My son, come what may! I won’t go home without my daughter, see how she’s misusing herself to men who pay less to her than compared to what I can offer to her as a mother . It pains me so much to see her change colors like a chameleon in turning herself into a prostitute of some sort ” I said worriedly as I took some breath , as the man listened steadily to my story and then allowed me in . I saw Munodei dancing with one of the men and they both looked drunk and after a while they sat down and fibbed trivially that they were Kings and she was their Queen, they had millions of dollars on them to give to Munodei to buy any choice of her car or house but in reality when I looked at them they were stranded with dire poverty and looked quite wretched in my sight . They kept on forcing her to drink more of the liquor so as to take advantage of her weakness. I then decided to confront them as i was watching from afar and they looked at me with disgusting expressions and they asked me who I wanted and I told them that I had come to take my daughter home and they started misbehaving with me as they scornfully laughed at me and we really engaged in a strong conflict and controversy but I won’t bore you with the dialogue which almost taken an hour fighting with them and as I grabbed my daughter they become vicious and one of them called Sammy tried stopping me and I hit him hard in the head and he fell down and his friend Tobias just watched in amazement, I sat on Sammy’s belly and gave him several slaps on his cheeks , I saw men surrounding us howling in great excitement, since he was drunk he looked nauseous and immediately spewed out the beer he had taken and his friend Tobias wanted to fight back too, then I took a bottle, broke it and scared him away with it and he soon gave up . Munodei was fast asleep when I lifted her and these men wanted to attack again and that muscular man came on time and chased them out and Sammy’s nose were bleeding and this made me happy that I had taught these fools a bigger lesson and that’s how we escaped from the claws of these men . I got home as Brendon was still waiting for me , he took her sister to bed and as he came back I told him what had conspired at the beer store and he raged with anger . The next morning I heard a noise as Brendon wanted to thrash out Munodei whom pleaded for mercy and since Brendon wasn’t listening Munodei began running away as his brother went in pursuit of her and I just thought as other days they would be back together but this time the tables changed when I saw Brendon coming back alone saying that he had lost sight of her. We waited for hours until it was night which became days and withered away into months and still we didn’t found Munodei. I finished giving my statement to the Police officers whom promised to look for her. After some months a woman whom sold groceries next to me had something to tell me “Miriam you know what…? I saw your daughter…” and I interrupted “Where? And how is she?” I asked. “I saw her yesterday in Zengeza 2 near Mufaro street heading towards to the Head office and she’s carrying?” She said . ” What? She’s expecting?” I said as I was startled by these news. ” Yes she’s about to give birth very soon “she said . ” Thank you Mai Tapiwa for this information now I can have clues on where she may be.” One day I went in pursuit of her to that place and I saw a shadow like that of Munodei’s, I tried calling out to her but she increased her pace and I was sure it was her , anyway the place was quite crowded and I managed to grab her blouse and she looked back in anger and surprisedly it was not her . She wanted to slap me from blocking her way and i started feeling dizzy as I was unaware of my surroundings of whether if I was seeing Munodei or maybe it was just the shadow woman of my imaginations. I suddenly fainted and I awoke at home , on my bed with my two sons surrounding me. I lost my senses for a while and started shouting at them as if someone possessed with an evil spirit . Just then my son asked me what had happened and I told him everything . Another day came and I was with mai Tapiwa when I saw a woman’s shadow again which resembled Munodei’s beauty and she was carrying too. We started following her and as I was getting closer , I slipped down hurting both my forehead and knee . Mai Tapiwa told me to stop pursuing her but I got stubborn as I continued following the shadow woman that kept on appearing in front of me , anyway someone stopped her and I started running to see for myself if really she was not Munodei . However , I lost Mai Tapiwa in the crowd and I happened to appear in front of the lady and it was really Munodei and she was indeed expecting and suppose she was six months pregnant. I looked twice in her eyes and she looked away in shame then I said to her ” Is it really you my child ?” she remained quiet , as I tried touching her shoulder, she removed my hand quickly and ran away again and this time I was convinced that she never wanted to see me again. I told Brendon everything that they weren’t just my imaginary thoughts about the shadow woman appearing as Munodei but indeed I had seen the real Munodei which had become a mystery case and that she didn’t consider any of us to be her family . ” I wonder who’s responsible for that illegitimate child she’s carrying ?” Brendon said harshly . ” Brendon stop! How can you speak ill of your sister ? Or is she no longer your sister?” I said angrily . ” Mother enough of supporting her , I know that as your only daughter she holds a special place in your heart but that doesn’t mean she should disrespect you like that. She’s at fault ! She has done wrong and she will suffer dire consequences for bringing disgrace to our family and lineage . She’s the worst case ever! How can she stoop so low to deny you her own mother . I swear on my father’s grave that Munodei will surely reap what she sowed”

It was almost a year now eversince I had been embarrassed by Munodei at the supermarket and by this time we had not yet finished paying the person we owed and one of the men whom my husband was in partnership with Mr Manyengu started making moves on me and confessed his love for me , despite that he wanted to sleep with me so that he can cancel all the debts I had with him and I refused his offer because I wasn’t so cheap and I feared God . One day around 8pm. at night as I was coming from my friend’s house I coincidentally met with Mr Manyengu and he started forcing himself on me and said “why are you refusing me my beauty? In just the twinkling of an eye I can change your whole life to something beyond your wildest dreams ” he said sweetly. ” No I don’t want you! I respect my husband very much that I will not cheat on him like that !” I said . ” He’s a dead man and let him rest in peace Mimi. Don’t do this to me , I am really head over heels in love with you because of your sweet nature and this beauty you are wasting will soon fade away .” he said. “Mr Manyengu if you continue doing this I will go and tell your wife that you are planning on cheating on her .” Mr Manyengu started shouting “Will shall see! If you refuse me then I’ll have to chase you and your children away.” I left from the scene without the knowledge that my son Brendon had been eavesdropping on us. Moreover , he went and attacked Mr Manyengu just after my departure ,he thrashed him so badly that he ended up in hospital as he got bruised. I only came to know of this when Brendon arrived home shortly with some blood stains on his shirt and I asked him where it had came from and he made cooked up stories about his nose bleeding . After a while , when we were about to sleep the police arrived and arrested Brendon of assaulting Mr Manyengu and thrashing him so badly , however the case was taken to the court as Brendon received a sentence of two years in jail for assaulting and attempting murder they claimed in court because Mr Manyengu exaggerated the matter making a mountain out of a molehill saying that my son had indeed wanted to kill him. I was heart broken to see my son go to jail for such a small matter because where there’s money there’s power too . After this incident Mr Manyengu got an order from the court to take away our house and property as to repay back his money. As a result we were left homeless, me and my last born Kuda started staying in the streets for about a month because we had nowhere else to go and that too my husband’s people were reluctant on helping us because they falsely accused me of witchcraft and that I had killed my husband Peter but I remained sullenly withdrawn . Somehow , my Pastor Mr Chapisa got to know about our misfortune and then gave us a place to shelter . Pastor Chapisa had married once and divorced to some reasons we didn’t know of. For the meantime he stayed with two boys from the church whom assisted him in handling the house and all . I stayed there for three months doing all the house chores and the pastor was really good to me not until one day when he came to my room around 10pm and tried to force himself on me and said that he was unable to control himself moreover he wanted to fulfill his desires because he had always loved me and had not gotten a better chance to get closer to me because I was such a beautiful lady and no man would resist me . He tried raping me despite the fact that my son was laying on the same bed with me , therefore I screamed that the other boys heard it and were about to come and the Pastor became furious and ran back to his room and the boys asked me if everything was ok and I just lied that I had a nightmare . The next morning the Pastor treated me with contempt and vented his anger on me. When we had gone to church as usual I didn’t know that the Pastor wanted to tarnish my name as he repulsively preached about adulterers criticizing me behind , furthermore he began making a cock and bull story about me trying to seduce and forcing him to bed. The church being blinded by the pastor’s false allegations against me , especially women wanted me ousted from the church forever because they were afraid I would lure their men too . I tried defending myself and no one paid heed to what I said but everyone kept on saying how despicable I was . I stood there quietly , crying and I took Kuda along with me and left from there , as I went home and I packed all our belongings . I started staying in the streets again for two weeks then someway , my husband’s long time friend Mr Charles Chapungu ,found us there and I told him everything I was facing and he believed me , moreover he promised to help me and welcomed me to his home and introduced me to his lovely family . He also rented a five roomed cottage for me somewhere else . I started a small business for myself and I was really thankful to Mr Chapungu because he was such a nice and decent man unlike Mr Chapisa and Mr Manyengu who were both wicked and shrewd too.

This had been my story six months ago before i had met the baby and I named it Ropafadzo and she grew quickly . Five years later , my son Brendon had been released from jail three years back and he was looking for a job and thankfully God answered our prayers and he got employed. Ropafadzo was five years now and she kept on asking about her mother and I lied to her that she had traveled to some other country and I guess she believed me . At first Brendon was furious about his sister abandoning the baby but with time he grew fond of Ropafadzo and wasn’t just her uncle but like her father too. One day in the morning I heard a knock at the door and as I went to check out , I saw a young lady kneeling down facing downwards and she said she was too ashamed to lift her head up then I called Brendon who came and recognized the lady and said “Munodei?” And she answered “Yes brother” “What are you doing here? After you had betrayed all of us here ?” he said angrily . “I’m sorry big brother and mother for everything I have done to you , for the shame I have brought into this house. I regret it now and I have repented of my mistakes , please forgive me my family ” she said crying bitterly . “Munodei I was really hurt by what u did to this family , I was disheartened because you had abandoned me and your brothers but now that you have repented I welcome you back with open arms and as for the baby won’t you explain what happened?” I sentimentally said. Munodei narrated her story like this ” Sammy, the same man you had seen at the beer store is my daughter’s father , I stayed with him by that time I had ran away from home but when it was time for my delivery Sammy refused to take responsibilities of me and the baby besides , he was such a terrible drunkard that he used to beat me whenever he felt like it and he chased me away and I was ashamed to come back home because I knew that brother wasn’t going to accept my child which I had born out of wedlock . So I stayed with one of my friends until , I delivered my baby which I had thought of throwing away but when I thought of your words mother I kept it , I had even thought of aborting it but something stopped me though I hated it very much . After Ropafadzo’s birth , I started seeing another man who didn’t know about my background. I lied to the man that i was an orphan. However , whenever I went to meet my prey I left the baby behind with my friend and made sure that the man never came to know of it. As soon as the men told me to move in with him that’s when I thought of a plan and I asked of your whereabouts and when I knew you were staying here , I came at night and abandoned Ropafadzo here along with a note too . I stayed with the man for five years and when he heard rumors about my past he asked me about it and I tried hiding the truth from him , but it was too late because Vincent detested me and had me thrown out of his house and that’s when I thought of you my family . Thank you mother for your generosity in looking after my daughter very well and please forgive me my baby Ropafadzo. Please come and hang mommy ” she finished her narration as Ropafadzo went and embraced her and I forgiven her and so did her brothers and we took her luggage inside and that was the end .

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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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