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SHE IS AN ARMY: Tanaka Mutama(Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Her skin is as dark as coal. Her melanin it’s not only dark it tells its own unique story. Yes she can plough through all winds rising, racing against her because she can think offence and defense simultaneously. She is standing alone boldly equipped with all the weapons she needs to save herself from multitudes of people with echoing hoarse voices of criticm. The word ‘army’ is just a four letter word which is there for her to face brutal realities but already she had got all solutions to every bullet that is coming her way.


Chipo is walking home unsteadily going home after school. The hot scotching sun is even making it difficult for her to concentrate with her journey. Behind a thick bush a gang of man are busy racing their eager eyes towards her well-built body. Within a few minutes she is mercilessly raped. Poor Chipo is left on the uneven ground, sharp pointed thorns feasting on her flesh. A stream of tears is cascading down her cheeks. She cannot move because of excruciating pain she is feeling all over her body. Bitterness is eating her up like rogue cancer. Chipo has no choice but aimlessly she pulls her body from the ground.

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Chipo had dreamt of being dreamt of being a cashier of a company. Unfortunately, her dreams had been shuttered “you are foolish!” those were the rough words her mother told her when she spilled the beans to her. Chipo later on discovered she was pregnant. She had no option but to be a school dropout. One day she thought of starting a business of selling vegetables. The little money she got, she saved it so that she could raise money to write external exams. Chipo had sleepless nights whilst reading. Due to hard work, she passed and managed to get a job. She started working as a general hand at Seed-co Company. Rumors had spread everywhere that she had been rapped. Her workmates discriminated her. Sometimes when she proposed out ideas on how to perform duties of sweeping, everyone gave her a deaf ear. Chipo was treated as an outcast at her workplace. Some had the audacity to tell her that she was a girl with loose morals. Chipo felt like giving up but she learnt to live on the edges because everything was shifting and changing.


Every day she would be the early bird to her workplace and she would work extremely hard to her maximum effort making sure everything was in place. Chipo knew giving up was an easy option but she knew greatness comes when you learn to channel your positive energy and soar above your limitations and challenges. Chipo’s job was to sweep her manager’s office. One day when she was sweeping she saw a large sum of money. Chipo left the money where it was. The foll0wing day the manager told her he wanted to have an urgent talk with her. Her heart skipped as fast as it can as she went. “Chipo I have seen that you are an honest girl. The money I left on my table yesterday. I wanted to test you. My board members and I have decided to promote you to be the cashier of this company.” Chipo’s heart leapt with joy. Chipo was dedicated to her work. The other workers wished luck had come their way. Little did they know Chipo had worked hard to attain that position?


“Girls change what must be changed the sky Is not falling. As long as you are stuck in the past you have no room to move forward. I was rapped at a tender age but I never looked back. Look I accepted the way I was and now I am empowering young girls out there to keep on moving on matter how painful the situation is. You are an African child, you are more powerful than anything that stands in your path. Your skin color tells you that you are more powerful than anything that stands in your path. “Everyone applauded as Chipo went to sit down after she had talked to young women and girls of her community.

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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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