This blog walks you through the precious memories of growing up in Sakubva.It gives you a picture of what it used to be like to wha it is now giving you the more reason why we want to rebuild it.The memories make you smile,cry,grin and sometimes curse.There are some memories we wish to forget but others we simpy enjoy.So come on lets go on this journey together.
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CCAP Gospel outfit in Sakubva
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|Posted by rebuildsakubva on May 5, 2015 at 12:50 AM||comments (1)|
I stumbled upon this and l thought l should share.
"Please dont get me wrong.It is only that
Manicaland has scored many firsts.
For an example:-
The first black university graduate was Gedion
Mhlanga from Manicaland.
The first black woman university graduate was
Sarah Kachingwe(nee Chavhunduka) Manicaland.
The First black lawyer was Hebert Chitepo
Manicaland.The first black Medical Doctor was
Samuel Parirenyatwa Manicaland.
The first black woman medical Doctor was and is
Dr Nyamwanza wife to Dr Iben Makonese
The first black veterinary doctor was Dexter
Chavhunduka-Manicaland. The first black
architect was from Nyautare in Nyanga
The first black medical doctor to qualify as a war
surgion and to undergo full mulitary training was
Dr Mudzingwa from Manicaland he was with
ZPRA.Founder of ZANU Ndabaningi Sithole, chikomana chepaGanga apo, kwaTuzuka then.
The best results at grade 7 O and A levels
country wide usually come from Manicaland and
occassionally from a school like Monte Casino in
Macheke which on the Manicaland boarder.
BUT INTERESTINGLY ZANU PF GOVERNMENT
DOES NOT WANT TO SET UP A STATE
UNIVERSITY IN MANICALAND when the list of
many firsts scored by people from Manicaland is
Imagine the first black Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe
is Kombo Moyana from Manicaland, the first person (White, Black or Pink) in Southern and Central Africa to graduate with a PhD in Law was Edson Sithole from Manicaland; the first Zimbabwean to graduate from Harvard with a PhD in law was Zvobgo from Manicaland (not Masvingo! As many think); the first Zimbabwean to graduate with a PhD in Law from Cambridge University and being the best student in the Commonwealth was Lovemore Madhuku from Manicaland; the first Zimbabwean to built and own the largest tobacco auction floor in the world was Roger Boka from Manicaland; the first secretary of defence in the Dare reChimurenga - of the Zanla forces which was the lead liberation army in Zimbabwe was Mataure from Manicaland, the first black Zimbabwean women to be a professor is Rudo Gaidzanwa from Manicaland; the first black Zimbabwean to be a professor in Sociology was Gordon Chavunduka from Manicaland; the first Zimbabwean to stage a one man demonstration against oppression and foreign domination was Dambudzo Marechera from Manicaland; the first black speaker of Zimbabwe is Didymus Mutasa from Manicaland, Zimbabwean longest serving political prisoner (21 years) was Maurice Nyagumbo from Manicaland etc etc..."
What do you think? Interesting for me cause I've
always had a soft spot for Manicaland.
Be proud to.be a Samanyika.
|Posted by rebuildsakubva on May 5, 2015 at 12:15 AM||comments (0)|
Jumping Rope or Fish fish
Fish Fish spell your name
F.I.S.H. Fish fish turn around
And touch the ground and go away
Maybe you remember this one
Christopher Columbus was a great man
He went to America in a sauce pan
He went to Blantyre,Blantyre
Two litle sausages in a sauce pan
One went blong and the other went blah.
Wow these were the songs we used to jump rope to.I know some call it double dutch and for us we called it,probably still call it Fish,Fish. This was like the anthem of jumping rope.You had to start with the Fish Fish song before you could sing any other song. I remember how many times l got a beating from my parents for running to play fish fish before attending to my assigned household chores.
With time several songs were incooperated into the rope jumping business but nothing really changed.It was just one rope which was used.For those who were now champions on jumping rope they would have to jump it in reverse or have 2 people jumping at the same time. Sometimes when you were jumping rope on the dirty paths other children would come and jump and go.They will not stop and jump with you but jump for a little while and disappear again.
The longest song was Jelly in the dish.Somehow we never knew the actually lyrics to the song.It was always mumbled but we all knew when it started and when it ended. It was also the most complicated because one was expected to do sme freestyle while jumping especially where it said "I am a little girl,dressed in coors and these are my actions l can do,Salute in the water,water,water,salute in the water to buy my dress..." am not even sure if these meant anything but we sang along just fine.
Now 40 years down the lane l look back at what children of my age back then are doing.You no longer find them playing Fish Fish or jumping rope.Half the time they are glued to the television watching cartoons or movies.Most of them hardly exercise at all.Perhaps the most exercise is using the remote or standing up to get somethings from the fridge which in most cases is not even 2 metres away.
Sakubva has become a veil of what used to be.Al the bright colors are now faded.Memories are no longer vivid but painfully stuck up in our heads.Where did this all go.I wish we can revive this community and have children to play once more.We want the noise from children back on the streets.But then the streets are also gone.The play grounds are no more.Grass and moss have taken over.
I wish one day l will jump rope again and sing along.This time using the right lyrics.How about you?
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In 1953 the Queen Mother and Queen Elizabeth 11 visited the township of Umtali known as Sakubva.During their visits they went into one house in Chitungo.Below are the versions of the story and what happened.It is also stated that the Queen mother admired the dahlias that were growing on two of the houses and had to pluck one before she went inside the house to pay a curtesy call.Today this is part of Sakubva history which fits in our puzzel as we look back to where we come from and look further to where we are going.Some of the comments are in vernacular but up to today some of the people who witnessed the queen's visit are still alive to tell the story of this visit.
Some trivia that might help us know kuti Sakubva haizi yekutamba nayo: When the Queen of England,Queen Elizabeth vamwe vaPrincess Diana, visited Sakubva she visited a house in Chitungo and left a paint brush mark.Anyone with more information on this please contribute to this disscusion.
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Richard Sikanadze I'm not sure I wonder when this was,maybe the likes of Tessa Simba would comment on that.
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Lucia Mbofana Tessa Simba can you confirm or deny this?Someone told me that its number 1 Chitungo or Chineta?
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Lydia Charlie Muzaya JB My mum used to tell us about this and still does.
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Lydia Charlie Muzaya JB Mbuya Muzaya by the way
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Isabel Ngwenya Sakubva rules
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Lucia Mbofana Lydia Charlie Muzaya JB ask your mother about this again.if possible record her saying this nekuti one day this might just come handy.
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Lydia Charlie Muzaya JB Will ask my nephew to do it thanks
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Eva Muzaya Jb It's Chitungo I think according to my Mum and I think it was the Queen Mother who visited that house. Will check with Mbuya Muzaya and let you know.
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Rhodes Mundoma its number 28 chitungo, was a beautiful house then belonging to mr ngungunyani
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Rhodes Mundoma that same house used to have besutifully built gold fish ponds and a gazebo
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Itai Marange No its number1 chitungo pacorner Mumain Road panonzi PaZikiti one of there sons married my niece
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Itai Marange Dzmba dzekudhuze kumusika is it chitungo or chineta bt its close nekwaigara the Notorias Munezhu
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Daniel Matonhodza i like this forum and would like to contribute more.is there any way we know our objectives and how they can be meet and how they are set.
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Farai Marange Sakubva
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Kennedy Simon maonde capitol city of sakubva
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Zvikopee Mariyacha gegegege very true I think my father wil shed more light cause hazi vaifunda pasakubva school apo hazi takazi imbai kuti 'we are marching for the red white and blueeeee' ....wachitaura macolours epa union jack pakauya queen ipapo....wil ask him
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Law Hussein C Whaaal! I'll look around.
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Lovedale Tom Matanha Munopenga mambokadzi veEngland kupinda SK riini zviroto zviroto ngazviperere mudzimba
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Linah Chinyanda Hazvizi zviroto
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Lucia Mbofana Daniel Matonhodza visit our website on http://www.rebuildsakubva-org.webs.com/ and you will get our objectives and direction. However to sum it all up this is a forum to discuss issues pertaining to the development of Sakubva township. We identify areas of need and put our heads together and see how we can help.
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Lucia Mbofana Lovedale Tom Matanha hazvizi zviroto. Ichokwadi chausingaudzwi mazuva ose. Pane akagarira future yeSakubva and this is part of our rich history. It's time we get the facts out. We are a chosen people. Someone just took away our destiny. Based on this information alone don't you think that someone ought to give us an explanation? Queen comes,paints one house and goes? Isu ziiiiii?
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Eva Muzaya Jb I checked with my dear Mother it was Chitungo paNgungunyana. Both Queen Elizabeth and the Queen Mother came to this house
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Law Hussein C Wen was this Eva?
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Law Hussein C This is interesting. Serious. It is.
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Eva Muzaya Jb She is unable to say exactly when but she says she was breastfeeding my eldest sister at.the time. My sister was born 1953. Moitawo maths dzacho Kikikiki
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Lydia Charlie Muzaya JB First visit was '47 and second was '53 then Rhodesia.
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Tessa Simba Yes it was 1953 but it was not sekuru Ngungunyana's house coz he was a close uncle of ours. Eggs as eggs Her Majesty never even traveled the dust road to sekuru Ngungunyana's house though the gold fish, the ponds and the gezabo were impressive My late father and mother both of them passed away without agreeing on which of the two houses opposite our Mazhambe house the Queen got into. Their argument was based on which of the two houses cultivated bigger brighter dahlias of which the queen held in her hands and admired before getting into the house. The beauty of their argument was and is still why we never verified their answers with the tenants! Kiiiki kiiiii!
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Lucia Mbofana This is history.
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Lucia Mbofana It was July 8th 1953
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Lucia Mbofana Ok people now we have enough information to claim this story. I like the dehlia part too.Now we also know that the house is opposite Tessa's house.So hazvizi zviroto.
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Eva Muzaya Jb My mother is alive and can clarify this for us. Those in Sakubva endai pa8 Old Chisamba mubvunze Mbuya Muzaya mega and there are a few of her friends who are around that area who can give more information tizwe rakazara
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Rhodes Mundoma queen mother visited number 1 and 28 chitungo, confirmed by surving daugher wepa28 chitungo, susan ngungunyana
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Bilion Days Shaduzar uum kwakuseri
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Maureen Maradzika Its true, Manica post library shld have an article on that, takangokura tichizvinzwawo my mum has confirmed.
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Lucia Mbofana Chenge WaChengetai don't you think this is a good discussion?
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Lucia Mbofana Thanks Rhodes Mundoma and Eva Muzaya Jb
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Lucia Mbofana Thanks Maureen. We will see if this story can be relived.
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Lucia Mbofana So ok now what do you think about this story.True or false?Comment
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Mutare — A local community organisation, Rebuild Sakubva, (Resa) wants to revive the reading culture in Mutare where delinquency among youths and schoolchildren has sharply increased over the years.
BY FARAI MATEBVU
Resa, an initiative by some Sakubva residents, recently donated books worth US$15 000 to Mutare City Council for the benefit of those living in the town’s oldest suburb.
Executive director of Resa Lucia Mbofana told hundreds of Sakubva residents at the handover ceremony that crime among young people in the suburb was high, calling for urgent measures to address the problem.
“Our main objective is to curb youth delinquency which has eroded our culture. Children have lost hope and as a result they have lost direction,” she said.
“We want a society that is driven by capital and social trust. Our reasoning is that we must protect our children, youths and our elders in the face of changes in society.”
Mbofana said her organisation also aimed to provide sanitation, clean water and was refurbishing old and dilapidated buildings.
“We are determined to transform old buildings into modern infrastructure because our belief is that integrity is a component our cultural lifestyle,” she said.
Mutare Mayor, Tatenda Nhemarare bemoaned infrastructural decay in the city’s oldest suburb.
“We are worried by the continued deterioration of educational, entertainment and ICT infrastructural in Sakubva and other places in Mutare,” he said. “As council we appreciate local initiatives to complement our efforts to realign the status of old locations into modern ones.”
Nhemarare said council would support projects meant to improve educational facilities and the way people lived.
He implored the corporate world to assist with ideas, finance and material resources to improve people’s lives, especially in old locations.
In a speech read on his behalf by the Education Inspector George Chidhakwa, provincial education director Andrew Chigumira challenged parents and other stakeholders to rise to the occasion to ensure that children derive essence from education.
“Promoting a reading culture for sustainable educational development is quite befitting for development of any society,” said Chigumira.
“Education for sustainable development allows every human being to acquire knowledge, skills, attitudes and values necessary to shape a positive future. Parents must rise up to instill educational essence in their children to reduce crimes in our communities.”
Former Mutare Mayor Alderman Lawrence Mudehwe was worried about low levels of development and delinquency among youths.
“Everyone here must take part to improve the social services for the people in Sakubva and the surrounding areas. We must urgently engage the corporate world to finance these programmes without delay,” he said.
The Church of Christ in Sakubva also donated 1 000 books while Self Help Development Foundation (SHDF) provided 100 constitutional documents with Old Mutual donating 19 computers to the Sakubva library.
Sakubva, established in 1925, is considered Mutare’s poorest suburb. Its economy is centred on a long distance bus terminus and large outdoor food and flea market called Sakubva Market, also referred to as “Musika Wehuku” (chicken market). The suburb has an estimated population of up to 65 000 people.
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''Sakubva, The Eternal Maiden''
''There are places I remember,
all my life, though some have changed,
some forever not for better
some are gone and some remain
all these places had their meaning
with lovers and friends, I still recall
some are dead and some their living
in my life, I've loved them all...''
The above lyrics of an old, Rod Stewart song,'' In my life'', bear an underlying melancholy, nostalgia perhaps for a faraway yesterday. For a place in time forever gone, a place from memory, that haunts your present, and overarchs into all your tommorows.
Sakubva is such a place. A place of memories, ideals that are a stark contrast to the apparent structural decreptitude. You do not arrive in Sakubva, you can not know her by looking at her. If you are a visitor you discover her, natives remember her.
Though she is a full twelve years shy of a century, Sakubva looks ancient, the houses in Murapa,in the old township, the non descript structures in Chitungo, Chineta and Mazhambe, with arched roofs much akin to a camel. That beast of burden. Perhaps a sign of the multitude of secrets that burden her conscience, the concealed bootleg, kachasu, that illicit brew that spiced up many a labourer's friday, and bruised many a wife's face, soul and more. The whispered affections and furtive passion of love's embrace, eager to bloom but wary of the town police, bursting into the room for ''inspection''.
Sakubva is a maiden. An aged siren, prima donna from a yesteryear opera, who refuses to bow out. The white washed walls of Muchena, the red bricks of Maonde,Chisamba and Old Dangare, resemble hastlily slapped on make up in anticipation of an anchor call that may never be.
Sakubva is a mother. Though in her modesty, she never says it. Her paps have suckled doctors and professors. In Doctor Samuel Parirenyatwa, she broke the matrix jettisoning blackness into the medical profession. Professor Rukudzo Murapa, Vice Chancellor of Africa University, that venerable seat of learning, trod her dusty streets, His father has a road, a surburb and a shopping centre named after him. The Muzorewas, The Makonis and The Tsvangirais have all found solace in her lavish bossom. Her offspring is scattered across the globe. What city, what nation is too farflung from her tantacle-like arms, she has scattered abroad.
Sakubva is surrounded on all sides. The Mutare city centre to the east, clearly visible, promiscous in her commerce. Within walking distance, yet by her unashamed wordliness far removed from the aesthetic subtlety that is Sakubva's charm. To the west, a ridge of mountains rise abrubtly as if in firm rebuttal of the pretensi.ousness that is Dangamvura. To the north, Sakubva river meanders westwards, inviting the suburb to dip and be cleansed, chastised of her guilt, real and surmised. And to the south Chimanimani road snakes stealthly from the east, past Moffat Hall where in waltz copied from the white men's verranda at Cecils Hotel, many a romance bloomed, past Musika weHuku, the chicken market where no chicken has dared intrude in recent memory , suddenly veering southward at the western mountain ridge, like a lover scorned. Perhaps angry at the inhabitants of Sakubva for spurning his overtures. Promises of escape, escape to the south, to faraway lands, Johanesburg, the ocean, freedom...
Though she looks hemmed in, Sakubva is free, there is freedom,liberty to dream, to be. She assumes nothing, expects nothing yet offers everybody, something. From Osibisa to Mkoma Zebbee and company strumming their guitars in a Hendrix cover in Beit Hall, that monumental emblem, to saturday afternoon football at the sports oval. The hyminals from Hilltop to the churning churchbells at St Josephs. Tales of ghosts behind the rows of shelves in the Library, to the myth of the mermaids in the quarry pools behind John Fisher's. The blarring music in the council pub juke box to the stolen sundowners at Sisi Emily's in Chisamba singles. Children's froliced hails drowned by the plane flying overhead from Perems' aerodromme, to the car reversing from the postulated progress that is New Dangare. Sakubva offers everyone something, yet she herself demands nothing, needs nothing.
Nothing but to see her children dance once more. At Beit hall, glistening in a new coat of paint, a sign of renewal. To have them feast on knowledge at Zamba primary school, explore the minds of ancient sages within the isles of Sakubva library. Try a racquet at the tennis court, or exercise in the adjacent gym. She longs for old women secure in well lit and paved Musa road. She will not say it, but her sighs in the dead of night, her groans at a rembered delight, betray a longing to embrace her children, scattered in the dispersion.
Oh hear your mother calls! The eternal maiden beckons, ''Come.'' she whispers, never shouting, as a mother hen, hear her coo. And whereever you are, remember home, Remember Sakubva and perhaps, just perhaps, her children may find their way back. To fulfill her joy, as they tell their tales of far away lands, were fountains sprout and marching bands play. Her aged eyes will light up, her dry lips part as a smile lights up her sullen countanence. What joy to see her children gathered all around her.She will remember the chicken runs at the old Musika weHuku, long bereft of chickens, as she watches her children finally back, like chicks come home, to roost.
By Jabulani Mangezi
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Today l am posting statements from our facebook page about what some of our members are saying.You are free to ask questions or add the discussion on the comment box below.
Jokes aside good people, we all must work to eliminate the evil drink ZED from our streets and tuck shops. Zed is a cane spirit quite similar to Mainstay but they differ in the level of purity. Cheap cane spirits are often made from industrial grade ethanol, which is not sufficiently distilled to remove other toxic alcohols such as methanol. It is often referred to as fusel oil or bad oil because of the presence of unacceptably high levels of methanol in it .Now Methanol is a light neurotoxin and continual consumption may lead to blindness and uncontrollable convulsions of the hands and fingers. heap cane spirits also have an unacceptably high alcohol content (known as degrees proof in chemistry) and this overloads the liver,eventually leading to liver cirhosis. PLEASE LET US DESIST FROM POISONING OURSELVES WIH THESE CHEAP BREWS. KANA MARI YEDORO YASHAIKWA DRINK WATER PERIOD.
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Woeshik Mangezi Lucia Mbofana, please always feel free to use my contributions in any way that you deem fit. The problems are poverty and the symptoms it begets, unemployent and drunkeness. there also seems to be a high drop out rate from school and the abscence of many role models (there are some but not enough) and social and professional mentors for the young ones are short. Although many people are doing "chrismatic church", there nonetheless is a high level of moral degradation.
There doesn't seem to be much strong parliamentarians to represent Mutare as a whole.At the same time lack of education is killing our place.You give them public toilets with tiles,they steal them tiles,clean toilets,they mess them up.A lot of people are still living in squalid conditions eg Muchena,Mundembe,Maonde etc.Public toilets in this 21st century should be a thing of the past.Let me end here today.I can write a book.I was born in Sakubva.I know it more than I can imagine.Taiemba juru juru woye paBhaiti if you think I'm fake
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Muchatiseni dho Muchatiseni doh reh doh ti la doh.(Lets wed her,lets wed her doh reh doh ti la doh)
This was a common wedding song for most of the weddings during the 70s and 80s.They were not as fancy as the weddings we have these days.I am not sure why it happened but l dont remember seeing any young couple wedding.It was usually the been theres who had three or four children already.The children will also be part of the wedding entourage.Funny isnt it?There wer no fancy decorations in the hall except some artificial flowers and kaylite that had the name of the groom and bride.Most of the fresh flowers were some thing that the women picked up from the neighboorhood.Nothing fancy as long as it was a flower and had color.Those days the issue of hiring expensive and flashy cars was not common or rife.So it was not surprising that sometimes the bride would actually walk to the church and the whole neighbourhood would escort her seeing "Muchatiseni doh muchatiseni doh...."
The bride wore a white wedding gown and some fake pearls and white shoes.The bridemaids wore uniform dresses of the same color.Then the most used color was pink.The men would juust wear a suit not a tuxedo but just a suit.Usually it was something old and something borrowed.The bride wouod hiold a bouquet of artificail flowers which were hired and needed to be returned,so the issue of throwing the bouquet was unheard off.:)
The food was the most interesting part of all.A beast usually a cow was slaughtered and boiled.The women would add salt and sometimes tomatoes.Whatever they dd the meat was so soft and well cooked and the soup was brown and watery.The sadza (staple Zimbabwean food)mwas cooked in a drum.Usually it took 4 men to do so and do it well such that there were no lumps.Food will then be served after 2pm.People will make long queues and get the food.The food was dished for more than two people.So after getting your drum sadza you would sit as a group and eat.There was also food for the high table.Chicken.This was raiosted and rice was also served.These are the only people who also got drinks,soft drinks.If the person had enough money then they would buy drinks for everyone.
I know you have your won memories about these weddings.Send me your commensta and your memories too so that we all share.
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Bhavha Number 4.
As was popularly known all bathrooms cum toilets were called bhavha which is derived from bathroom.Each bhavha was numbererd and expected to cater for over 20 families.It has two divisions for men and women but women sometimes go into the men's side to do laundry,fetch water or bath babies.Most men used these for bathing purposes only and as such women were allowed to come and do their household chores from the men's side.However this was different on the women's side.Men could not come over because the women's side was always full and noisy.This was the only time when they could meet and share gossip.Laundry time was the best because you could have 4 people doing their laundry at the same time.This was however often disturbed by people who wanted to fetch water.However relations were always amicable because precedence was always given.The bathroom side of things also allowed more than 5 women to take their bath at the same time with a lot of tolerance in between.They shared the three showers that were in the bathrooms.The other part of the bathroom is the toiet.There is the men's side and the women's side too.These sides are not shared at all costs.Men stay on their side while women also use their side.Inside each room are four cubicles with one hole each.One has to squart to do their job.There was a tap inside for one to wash their hands afterwards.
The situation now is different.All the taps have been stolen,vandalised and neglected.All the toilets do not flash anymore and as such people now use the bucket system to make sure that their waste goes.However this is not common practice.Some believe that as long as their watse is in the toilet its in the right place and thats where it should stay so they do not bother washing it away with a busket of water.There is absolutely no concern for the next user.The doors which used to provide the much needed privavcy are no more and as such one can actually do their job facing the other person and engaging in a conversation.Oops.
However before all this vandalism the bathrooms not only provided oblution facilities but were also a meeting point.This is where we used to play and exercise.Jumping from each wall and climbing back again gave us the much needed exercise.The toilets gave us immunity to human waste smells and it became the order or smell of the day.This also cemented relationships as people shared soap and towels back then.The bathrooms were also a place to get the much needed Vitamin D.We could hang around to get some sunshine and some gossip.This was also a good place for courtship and many marriages have the bathrooms as their basis.In fact many premature pregnancies were also a result of the darkness and space the bathrooms provided.Wonder how this was done because the bathroom floor were never dry.This was also a playing area for chidren as they played hide and seek,chisveru(tag) and nation or gweshe.
Now these bathrooms cater for more than 100-150 people which is a health hazards since they are no longer equiped to provide water and sanitation but a hub for diseases like Cholera.
Lets meet in the next issue of Our journey into Sakubva and back.Post your comments on this blog or share with a friend.
|Posted by rebuildsakubva on January 14, 2012 at 9:20 AM||comments (1)|
I was born in 1972 through home delivery in Sakubva township in Mazhambe.My parents lived in Mazhambe then although this was my father's parents' house.Life in the 70s was not so fast and people lived as social community members.My parents then moved to 88 Maonde.This neighbourhood had blocks of two roomed attachments.Each block has (up to now) four such attachments of two roomed houses.This means that four families live on a block.The two rooms were meant to be a kitchen and a bedroom but lately people use them as kutchen ,bedroom and living areas.There was and still is very limited privacy as the neighbours can actually hear the goings-on in the next room.Among 4-5 blocks is a common bathroom with two separate toilets for men and women.In the toilets are four cubicles each for individual business.Back in the days the cubicles had doors and a working flash system that allowed each toilet business to be done and completed.Toilet paper consisted of old newspapers stuck up behind the cistern.No one really was in charge of putting these papers there but somehow someone always felt that they needed them there.And for sure we did.And if by any chance you would not fing the papers then the wall would do too.
Every morning you would wake up to the swish swash noise of a hard broom and some loud shouting and sometimes singing.City council or the local authorities provided a cleaner who would come early in the morning to clean the bathrooms and toilet.The same process would be repeated at sundown before knock off time which was usually 5pm.This kept the toilets clean somehow.Inside the toilets was a tap where you were expected to wash your hands after business.The toilets were also numbered.I remember ours was number 13.Pretty cool hey.
Back then every man went to work.Decent work where you get a salary at the end of the month.Somehow families survived and we all managed to go to school.What was most impressive is that community members used to take care of each other and even the saying,everyone's child is my child too,made alot of sense.I remembered each time we came from school.We always knew that we could go and eat from our neighbours Mbuya Assan,Mbuya Vito or Mai Mazaiwana.It seemed that they liked to feed us because even when you didn't go to their houses they would always come and check on you,whether you have food or whether you are ok generally.There was no talk of food poisoning then and we were safe.It was only in the 90s that we started to hear about rape,incest,food poisoning and streetkids.To be honest even the issue of child headed households started to make sense to me in the 90s.Those community members who were willing to take care of us had vanished.Boof into thin air.
During that time common prostitution was not rife.We had a handful of prostitutes and we knew them by name.Those who lived in Sakubva then know them.Oh yes those ones.I loved them though, with their tight trousers,sagging bellies due to too much illicit drinks,clownish makeup and hoarse voices.And to think of it our mothers never worried if our fathers were seen talking to these women.It was ok and we used to call them Sisi So and so.
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