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Older women embarrassed to report domestic violence

The older generation is closetted by a patriachial soceity which has led to dire consequences . Vakakuvadzwa nesuch myths ‘murume asingakurove haakude’

Eastern journal

 

domestic violence

By Tariro Guwira 

Amidst the rife of women who are coming in the open to report gender based violence, it has been revealed that older women continue to languish in silence as they are too embarrassed to seek help.

Community Development officer in the Ministry of Women Affair, Gender and Community Development Manicaland  Memory Mudada said a fair share of women above 40 years of age are suffering from gender based violence but are not reporting.

“We have realized that older women are embarrassed to seek help.

“Some of these women say they remain silent because our society has made them to believe that it is unfit for women to publicly display their marital affairs disputes.

“From the dialogue meetings we held we have come to know that some women suffered from gender based violence from early years of their marriages up to the time they grew old and…

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The Story Is King

The moon shines and is a constant. Its probably one of the first memories of the first man,he looked up and there it was a huge dome which starts as a spec and grows in prominence. He could not touch it nor could he feel its heat as he did the other constant he called the sun. I would imagine he started one of the biggest achievements of man ever on that day…he started a story about it! We have all our moon stories from it being made of cheese to what not but have you realised that that seminal day on 20 July 1969 (Moonlanding) began with whatever story those who made it possible grew up with. 

Tell your story insipire a generation

Stories equal transformation if they insipire

Serve a purpose

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Here for a fleeting moment

Its here for a fleeting moment …serves a purpose an leaves an impression…dnt always complain abt life being too short what have you done with it!

Seeds of betrayal

Betrayal

Unfairness thou art in name

I would have stood by you in anything!

I had done all in my strength to fight

To please you in your godlike stature

You who see everyone else fool and charlatan

To please and fatten your soul.

Puny; unworthy it was

But least you forget 

It was all I had .

I had to die to make the grade

It pained to give my all

An arm, a leg, a head, a heart.

My life got pathetic

My ego bruised  to tatters

I battered vainly in your presence.

Even though I got things done

My nights and dreams i laboured and groaned.

I know I had said I wouldn’t take my life without the pain

But this betrayal strikes me to the bone

A cold hand clutches my soul.

Oh my God its steely cold

And its abyss dark and deep.

It fills my heart and mind with a very cold dish;

“Revenge thou art my friend

I will embrace you

And I will serve you very cold

To freeze my enemy’s blood cold.”

In the name of friendship I ploughed.

In the name of love I watered

But my blood and sweat weren’t fertile enough.

Oh my God how I wish I had done like those of old

‘Planted a poison tree in the middle of my garden

Watered it with my pathetic  condition

Until such a time the fruit was ripe and ready

Knowing my enemy would steal as a dart in the night

To be strung by the neck under my apple tree!’

Child of Silence

VOICE
What happens to you my priced?
Here with me now,gone the next
You represent all i am
You are person you are me…
You are ghost,you are gone
My friends call me happy
Then i know you are with me
Gloom comes and you are gone
‘Sad sad sad boy
poor poor young man’
Follow me to my door step
Until such a time when you see it fit
To embrace and adorn me once again
To leave me as soon as  you come
Once again lonely and bare.

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As the sunset …so does your voice at times