My wife and I were recently invited to dinner by a friend of mine and his wife. There were two other young couples there and we were all having a real blast till my friend’s wife, let’s call her Gugu, asked my friend, let’s call him Munya, to please make some sadza to go with the relish which she had just finished preparing.
The storm that’s brewing among beer drinkers who are appalled that pole dancer Beverly Sibanda, appeared in H-Metro recently doing an act where she sticks the top part of an open Castle quart bottle into herself, is misdirected.
You hear the conversation all the time in Zimbabwe. “Mbanje is legal in Binga.” “Yes, but only if you’re from there and using it for traditional purposes.” Now there was a story in the papers last week about a man who was caught with 464Kgs of mbanje (marijuana) after a ‘movie style’ chase in Honde Valley.
So I have been thinking. Hard. Why are we all so angry about Maneta? You see I have seen Zimbabweans stand in passport queues for hours, and then wait months for the document. I have seen them smile away as the power goes and then cheer when it comes back.