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“A drunkard At Five” #TheTransparentHighlights

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On the first Saturday of the month of July, I escorted my eight year old nephew to the barbershop for a haircut. As we got there, we had no option but to wait a while for our turn as there were many heads needing the barber’s touch. It was a display of heads; big and small with hair demeed unnecessary by their owners needing disposal.

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Waiting for my nephew’s turn had my eyes constantly moving everywhere as if I knew that in that place there was someone carrying a story that was going to be shared on TheTransparentHighlights. A few minutes passed and I observed that there was a bench outside which had seated a gentleman and a small boy. The lad was probably four or five years of age. The gentleman seemed to have no relationship whatsoever with the kid. It was quite visible from the distant distance that was between them, also he didn’t award any attention to the boy.

Another gentleman appeared in the picture with a beer in his hand. He sat next to the child whilst sipping his beer. It was after he had taken his first sip that the child motioned with his hand to the gentleman requesting for a sip of his beer. Out of his “generosity”, he not only gave the boy a sip but the whole bottle for him to hold.

He sipped countless times, then I decided to throw in a question “mdhara mwana ndewenyu here?” (Sir, is this child yours?)
The first gentleman notified the other gentleman who was sitting with the child that I was pondering over the child’s unlikely behaviour, he smiled and said “Anorova mpfana, anohuda zvisingaite.” (he drinks, and has grown fond of it.”)

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Like a journalist at the grip of getting a cover story, I simply needed more information, so I threw in another question “is the mother okay with it?” He replied “no she doesn’t like the idea i normally give him when she is away, there’s nothing I can do , anohuda“. As I left the place, the father had left me with more questions than answers, there was a lot that I needed to understand.

We may talk about the freedom of choice but at what stage in life are we supposed make use of that freedom? Isn’t it violating a child’s rights when you allow a child to choose when they have limited information?
If parents start giving heed and approving every desire their children have, how is it different from reasoning with them at their level?

A lot might want to argue but the truth is it’s his child and he decides what he wants to make of him right? But I am just of the opinion that choices that are related to religion, marriage, and intake of alcohol should be personal choices.
That’s all I have.


Emmanuel_Harare #TheTransparentHighlights #Honesty #Motivationa
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Societal Blindfold

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I did not want to be like them.
I always believed they were to blame.
I only saw what the society defined,
“Women are a problem” yet, I am a woman also.
I believed every word society uttered to me.


Years passed and I grew up with my own truth,
Rather the truth presented to me.
Growing up to the societal good and bad definitions.
Little did I know,
It was never the reality.

I glanced at my own mother crying her life out.
Still, I blamed her and saw a wicked one who
Could not make him stay.
“Mama, you failed us,” only if I knew.
I did not want to be her.
I did not want to be them.

I perceived marriage as a trophy and gold medal of life.
Believed every word my society taught me as a woman.
I focused more on finding the right man.

I snubbed my dreams, potentials, and talents.
Ask me why?
All because I did not want to be them.
 Who is them?
Them single mothers.
They were evil according to my learned descriptions.
Little did I know.

I allowed years to slide.
My dreams called, I closed my ears.
“Women are nothing.”
Only to realize, all was a
Societal Blindfold.

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A penurious life.

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Admiring the mouth-watering menu,

My throat craving for a cold beer.

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Searching my pockets,

A budget for a loaf of bread is the reality.

I then understand why,

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A penurious life.

By Trevor Virima

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Gratifying its way.

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Sunday full of its luxuriate spirit,

Carrying the drowsiness of Monday to a

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Tuesday as it brings the burden of chores.

Wednesday giving light to a thirsty Thursday as we prattle about

Friday becoming a Zip line to an

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Entertaining Saturday.

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