Tagged zimbabwe

The Land of Milk and Honey

by Ropafadzo Mugadza. Photograph by Tim Johnson. My aunt and uncle found my brother standing outside the coach station. Naked. His body rattling like wind chimes in a storm. A year later my sister and I were stood in the same Johannesburg coach station. He left it with nothing but his life. We were determined…

From the Balcony

by Ropafadzo Mugadza. Ropa writes of her childhood friend and coming of age in Zimbabwe. Photography by Dari Depriakhi. ZBC was the only channel that was left on Zimbabwean television, unless you could pay for cable. ¬†All day long they played propaganda. Most of the adverts used this melancholy song that had a woman wailing…

Cornerstones Of My Feminism // R’s Feminist Journey

I believe that to some degree, I was a feminist from a very young age. I grew up in Zimbabwe and something that I remember clearly is that me and many other young girls resisted the ideals that the culture restlessly encoded within us. The idea that boys had more value than girls. Older women…