Alone at the Shops

Lockdown Photo: A member of the Johane Masowe Apostolic sect walks past some deserted shops at Whitehouse, two kilometres west of Kuwadzana Extension suburb, Harare at 1842hrs on the 15th of April 2020. Normally at this time, the shopping centre would be teaming with imbibers, merrymakers, sex workers, late night foreign currency traders and travellers going to Riddle Ridge, Lake Chiwero, Granary and surrounding areas. Zimbabwe’s lockdown started on the 30th of March and is expected to end on 19 April 2020. There is uncertainty whether the lockdown shall be extended.

Troubles of a Rural Bachelor

picture of a borehole

It was now late in night. In the far distance, I could hear a drum thumping its heart out, punctuated by erratic singing which echoed and reverberated in the night. Chenura. There I lay alone on the tattered sleeping mat in the thatched hut, devoid of blankets. It was seeringly hot.  A sliver of the moon once appeared in a gap on the thatch. But I never saw the beauty of it. For a thousandth time, my thoughts again wandered to what had happened in the afternoon at the local borehole. Shuwa shuwa here, kuti Tariso anondiramba pazere vanhu? “Handitombokuda Joe. Pengera kwawakaroyerwa. Wazvinzwa here iwe rombe rekwaMupakati? Unondipei ipo pawakati mhaa?”, she had loudly said, amid laughter of the many rural people who had come to fetch water. “Ko zvine muto ndozvine…” I did not even finish the sentence, as I felt the cold gush of water onto my face. Aizve, zvakutori kudirwa nhai. ……………. Sleep would not come early.