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She Is An Army: TANAKA CHIBAYA (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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She is born in a battlefield. A place where your oxygen is loosely lying a few centimeters beneath death. A place where the snores of the night are the horrible sounds of bullets tearing the air haunting for a place to strike. Distanced from the general world of love , peace , compassion and care which are merely tales and folklores to her. Ululations are expected to tear the air, but the place is a battlefield when one is born someone is departing . It is a world of flying co-feelings whereby you are distraughted on which path to take , only those with the ability to sharpen spears will endure to such a treacherous environment.


Her first war is the day she takes her first gasp. She sucks every atom of strength from her mother only to relive herself as the army in this world. Her commander gives her the strength to face predicaments and thorns that are awaiting her the long run of the world ahead of her. She is delicately carried in the cradling arms of her mother. The first war she sets upon is the one of losing her father who disowns her. He scolds her mother for not giving him an heir to his wealth. Her future has already been stamped by her own blood ,her father.
She is nursed and natured by her mother who has succumbed to the circumstances of divorce for giving birth to her.

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She has had already seen that the only base she has in her life is her mother. That was a grenade she had been offered to an orphan whilst her father was still alive she is an army.


She grows into a society of people who do not value her gold. She starts booming and glistening as she shines into the early stages of her youth. At the age of her moon , the battlefield become more dire. Her enemies swipe in getting closer so that they strike like a venomous snake. She is told that the way she dresses is a disgrace to her society.
She is told that wearing trousers is an imitation of becoming a man. She is also told that wearing very short skirts and dresses is an invitation to trouble. As a young educated woman, she stands up to defend her self humanity. She tells that clothes came in a ship of modernization and an aeroplane of technology. She clearly explains and tells them that our ancestors barely covered there bodies , but nothing happened to them. She simply told them that we were never to fight a war with the way women dress but rather with the way man thinks. She explains that the poison that is available is the mind of a man.

She became an icon indeed she is an army having conquered the thoughts of old men with sliced hair by wisdom and knowledge.
One day the world turns against her. All her hopes are swept away by a strong current. She had been blown her cover. Her base was blown in her presence only because she had seeded trust in the wrong person. She falls into the prey if the enemy. She falls prey to the charms and the good looking man of the today world. She deeply falls in love with a man whose roots she does not know where they end. She is damaged by a wound of disgrace when the man runs away into the blues. She is left torn. Her heart drowns .She tries to camouflage, but it is now difficult as her tummy arrives at all places before her. She is in agony and pain everyday of her life. She does not go for an abortion because she feels the connection with the young life inside her. She has the patience to wait for nine months against the whole world. Fighting anything that tries to page her a distance from her son.

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She is no longer alone, finally she knows she is no longer alone she has someone to support her. The pain of nine months. She gives birth to a young handsome man she names future. She is indeed an army.

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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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