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Teachers: “Heroes Without Merit!”

By Bright Zindove & Sineke Sibanda

One thing I know for sure is that most great men on earth stood on the shoulders of great and mighty women. One way or the other, they  passed through the hands of a teacher. Steven Hawkings, Bill Gates, Gandhi to mention just a few, at some point in their lives had to get education so as to create a better world. We all need someone to remove all the dark meta in our brains, someone to treat us with tough love and prepare us for the tough world we live in.


The sacrifices some of our teachers have made were too immense and surpassed what our parents could have done on their own. You know, we all come from differnt backgrounds and situations at home and all meet one person who has the responsibility of understanding all of us and treat us according to how we have been bruised or spoiled: just to make us better.

I remember how unrefined all of us in class were back in the day, in behavior, morals, even academically. As naughty as we were, we were innocent academic, moral and behavioral virgins; couldn’t differentiate wrong from right. Some of our friends came from broken homes and some were orphaned; it took our teachers to play that significant role to make them feel the same way as those who came from stable homes. It was a teacher’s duty to make us coexist and suppress the hate traits of humanity.

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With so much responsibilities our teachers bore on their shoulders to make our parents to be proud of what we have become, it makes so much sense to question why is it that the very same people who spend their time playing such a huge role in our lives have become a laughing stock in our societies. Why is it our teachers are earning so little whilst they are doing more than anyone could? It is not easy to develop a child, besides this being a job, it is more of a calling. Not everybody can do this. So why is it that our heroes who fight against the dark forces of ignorance every single day get little recognition and sometimes no respect at all?  Let us give praise where it is due. Let us appreciate the hard work that our teachers have done, are doing and continue to do to make better citizens wards building better tomorrow…



by Farai Kwesha| @fatsoRai

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It was 4:45pm, and Tatenda might as well have been the only one in the waiting room. The only other person was his father, and as far as Tatenda was concerned, that was as good as no one at all. His father appeared more nervous than he was – he would clasp then unclasp his hands, pace up and down the room, and at ten second intervals check his watch. Tatenda thought he was being overly theatrical, but it amused him and as a consequence also put him at ease. He shook his head as his eyes followed his father across the room. Save for the sound of his father’s heavy breaths, the room was silent.

The silence was quickly broken by the sound of a screeching door being opened, and a young woman walking into the room, evidently dejected. Her eyes glistened – the looming threat of tears apparent, prompting her to walk the rest of the way out face-down. Tatenda gulped loudly as he stared on, and suddenly he was uneasy again. Following behind the young woman, a man walked in and told him his audition was up. Not fully aware how, Tatenda mustered up enough courage to rise from his seat follow the man to the audition room.

This was the day he had been preparing since he was 5 when his parents had invested in a grand piano. His father always told him that as a toddler, Tatenda was always drawn to the piano and would reach out his tiny arms for the keys and start jabbing at them. He remembered this in vivid detail, and his first piano teacher – a grumpy old German woman from his prep school who cracked the whip on him every time he missed a note. He remembered how miserable she made him.

Over the years, his love for piano had only grown stronger, only surpassed by his parents’ love for his piano playing. He was a prodigy. He played at high school showcases, in church, and at family events to rave reviews from those who had the honour of watching him perform. During his high school talent show in his senior year, a recruiter from Juliard had asked him to audition for a scholarship in their music programme, much to his parents’ elation.

And now, here he was. The only thing standing between him and a future in his craft was the door to the audition room. He grasped the door knob tightly, looked at his father’s anxious countenance, then at the door knob again, and finally the floor. “Was this what he really wanted? Did he want to spend the rest of his life playing piano?” All these were complex questions his mind cavorted on with no definitive answer, but the one that followed was a much more determined question. Was playing the piano his dream or his parents’? He began to think deeply. To find the answer to this question he had to reach far beyond the limits of his mind, but he couldn’t. Tatenda looked at his father’s eager face once more, and suddenly it hit him.

He loved piano, he always had, but along the way that love had been tainted by his parents. Although with noble intentions, they had adulterated his love for piano because now he only played as a filial duty – he did it for them.

After this epiphany, Tatenda slowly began to release his hand from the door knob and stepped away from the door. He looked at his father intently and said, “I have to do this for me” and walked out of the room.

BEiNG TANAKA: Episode 4

Episode  #4

Tanaka stepped on the floor and felt its coldness run through  her spine. She began to shiver as goosebumbs appeared on her arms, but she did not take her feet off the ground. The coldness that was sipping through her body was proof enough that she was awake. She did not dare take her feet off the ground. She looked around, she was back in her old room in Rosemary. For the first time in her life, she felt foreign in the room and its expensive furniture.

Tanaka got up from bed, reached for a bottle of Woods Cough Syrup that was on the night stand and in one go, gulped it all down. As her muscles began to relax, her mind became sharp and tears began to sting in her eyes. Everything from the past four days came back to haunt her with a vengeance and at one point she thought she was losing her mind. She still did not want to believe that Daniel was dead even though she had seen him being buried. Tanaka reached for a another bottle of Woods when her door was knocked. She slid the bottle under her ashen grey pillow, answered the door as she wore a black heavy robe over her string black night dress.

“There is a strange scent in here. I don’t like it.” Mrs. Khumalo said as soon as she got into the room. It did not take her long to locate a trash bin filled to the brink with assorted alcohol bottles. “So, this is why you wanted the maid and not me to come here? Tanakamunashe Khumalo you have been here for only two days and already you have become an alcoholic?!”Mrs. Khumalo demanded banging the door with her right fist.

“Its nothing like that mom. I just needed something to help me sleep.”

“I will not allow such behavior in my house. What the hell Tanaka!”

“Mom, my husband just died….”

“His death is no excuse for you to indulge yourself. If you don’t feel better, go see a therapist or a grief councilor. I won’t have you turning my home into a shebeen or whatever people call that damn place. Do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Tanaka said starring down at her feet.

“Good. I came down here to tell you that I set you up with…”


“Raise your voice at me again and see what happens.” Mrs. Khumalo said biting her teeth. “Lets not pretend like you still loved the guy. Had he not died, you would have been divorced from him by now.”

“Tha…That is not true mom.” Tanaka answered silently as she sat back down. She swallowed hard as she felt a hot lump up her throat.

“Alcohol is prohibited in this home. Don’t think for a moment that grieving widow act is going to fool me.” Mrs. Khumalo said as she turned around to leave. With her back to her only child and daughter, Mrs. Khumalo said. “ I gave him your number, he is a grown man he will know what to do. Go buy a nice dress and put some make up on. Don’t mess this up.” With that, the older woman left.

Left alone, Tanaka began to silently cry. She reached under her pillow for the cough syrup. As she was opening the bottle, she felt as if someone or something was watching her. Her heart began to pound hard and she felt her insides turning. Swallowing hard, she turned to face the door and she saw Daniel walking toward her with a smile on his face. Her whole body began to tremble, she could feel the body slipping from her hands. Daniel stood  right in front of her then opened his mouth to speak. The bottle slipped from her hands and violently crashed on the floor, glass shreds flew everywhere and half the syrup splashed back on  Tanaka. Long after the crash , Tanaka could still hear the shattering echo through out the room. As she raised her eyes , Daniel was no longer there. In his place was an uneasiness that refused  to go away. She jumped from her bed as she felt her heart pounding all over her body.

Tanaka ran her hands through her now shortened hair as she sat waiting for her boss to return from lunch. She was ready to come back to work. At least she needed something that was going to distract her mind and keep her busy. Her mother had tightened security at home and she had people come in who did a thorough search of Tanaka’s room. There was no way Tanaka was going to bring in alcohol without alarming her mother or the goons that her mother had hired.

Without any alcohol in her system, how was she going to sleep without seeing or feeling Daniel…

“Tanaka?” Captain Lynette Chigariro called out in surprise as she opened the door. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk to you about coming back to work, Captain.”

“I spoke to your mother and told her that you had until ten January…”

“I don’t want to be home…”

“You need to stay at home and mourn your husband, Dube. We can take care of things here.” Captain Chigariro said as she moved to her over loaded desk.

“Being at home is driving me crazy…”

“Go see a therapist or something, just don’t be here. I don’t want you interfering with Daniel’s investigation…”

“I won’t…”

“Tell that to someone who is going to believe you! Tanaka, I don’t want to rude to you but go home. Now!”

“Yes captain.” Tanaka said as she got up to leave the office.

Captain Chigariro was one woman you did not want to cross. She was tough and all round fierce and she was equally feared and respected through out the station. Chigariro was more masculine than most men who worked for her, she was a tall physically strong woman who hardly kept a relationship and no desire to reproduce. Always in black pants suits and black tennis shoes, Chigariro’s first and only love was crime fighting.

Tanaka sat on a hard bench looking at a silver elevator with her back to the offices. She felt scared, alone and confused. Coping with her loss without any alcohol in her system was proving very painful for her. She could feel her heart physically hurting. Crying was not doing anything to ease her pain. At the moment however, it was the only thing she could do

“Tanaka?” Detective Kundai Gunda whispered as he got near her. “Why are …you’re crying.” Gunda said as he knelt before her.

“I don’t want to go home.” Tanaka said in between sobs. “ I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I keep seeing him everywhere and I can’t touch him. And other times I feel like he is there but he is not. My mom is making my life even harder.  I’m going crazy, Gunda. I’m going really crazy!”

“Its going to take some time, but you are going to be fine.” Gunda said as she hugged Tanaka. “Its going to be okay.”

“I don’t think so. My heart hurts. Like really. Like physically.” Tanaka cried out loud as she dug her head further into Gunda’s shoulder.

Gunda felt his own  tears coming. He had known Tanaka even before she had gotten married. Their friendship had began just like that and over the years they had become like siblings, and even through Tanaka was older, she treated Gunda like  her big brother. Seeing Tanaka wretched like this, it disturbed Gunda so much. Gunda was about to marry his long time girlfriend, but as he cooed in comfort at Tanaka, be was beginning to have second thoughts. Would either of them live on if something like this happened? Would he? He cleared his throat as he tightened his grip on a trembling Tanaka.

The elevator door opened and Detective Caroline Dzimba froze for a moment. She mastered up as much courage as she could as she stepped out. Dzimba, a tall, thin woman who almost became a model had it not been for her father murder, moved slowly toward the two. She cleared her throat as she got near then flashed a smile at Tanaka whose face was completely soaked in tears.

“Hi.” Dzimba said as she rubbed both her hands against her black knee high skirt. “I’m coming from your house, Tanaka. Your mother in law said you moved out.”

“ I did. My mom thought it was best if me and my children moved in with her until…until I was alright. Is everything alright?” Tanaka asked with a nervous voice as she wiped away her tears.

“I am the lead detective in your husband’s case.” Dzimba said almost silently.

Tanaka turned to look at Gunda who smiled gently at her. She turned from him as she dropped her eyes momentarily to the ground. She could feel pain all over her body. He really was gone.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to ask you a few questions.” Dzimba said.

Without having said anything, Tanaka got up and followed Dzimba’s desk. The office area was almost vacant and the most private place to be at that moment. As Tanaka sat down, she was her husband’s picture on the murder board. His face was blown open exposing raw bloody flesh and shattered bones. Next to his picture was the description of a likely weapon which was a Glock. 45. Tanaka began to tremble as she looked at the before and after pictures of her husband that were pegged side by side on the board. She felt her insides turn and she was about to be sick. She quickly turned away from the board as she looked at Dzimba who was just as uncomfortable as she was.

Dzimba and Tanaka had known each other for over ten years but they were not friendly in the conventional sense. They smiled at each other, everyone did that, and had tried to keep as much distance from each other as possible. Being that close to each other, Dzimba felt awkward and tense. She began to rub her wedding band as she thought of her way to interview Tanaka without making things more tense than they already were.

“I am so sorry Tanaka.”

“Thank you.”

“If you’re not alright, we can reschedule this.”

“No. I am fine.” Tanaka licked her lips as tears soaked her  cheeks. “My mother did not allow me to see him in the coffin. She said that I could hardly recognize him.”

“I should have taken that down, I’m sorry. Its just that…”

“No. He must have gone through so much and I wasn’t there for him.”

“That is not your fault Tanaka. You didn’t know he was going to end up like this.”

“If I was better wife, he would not have died. I would have comforted him. He would not have left in that ambulance. He would be here.” Tanaka said in between sobs as she wiped her face with both hands.

“I had a talk with the ambulance driver. He said the people who shot your husband where hell bent on killing him. Its not your fault. There was nothing you could have done to stop it, so don’t blame yourself.”

“Did he say why they killed him?”

“No. The ambulance was surrounded by four black Chevrolet SUVs. Within seconds the ambulance door was blown open and your husband was shot. The driver said it happened in under a minute and he hardly knew what hit him. It was a well thought out plan.”


“That is what we are trying to figure out Tanaka. Why did you go to that house in the first place?”

“A man called him a couple of days before we went to the house. He told him that his father was sick and wanted to see him before he died. I was skeptical so we didn’t go. When….when D…he finally went, his father was dead…. heart failure”

“Daniel was left as the sole owner of the house?”

“Yes. On christmas day Daniel went with the lawyer’s assistant to his father’s grave.”

“And this father. What was his name?”

“I honestly don’t remember. I doubt if he ever mentioned it.”

“Daniel’s mother refused to talk to me about Daniel’s father…”

“The two of them did not see eye to eye. Mother cheated on her husband with baba Dee’s father and the affair was hard to deny because it resulted in a baby. She doesn’t want to talk about the father. She blames baba Dee’s father for  her marriage’s failure.”

“Why would your husband believe that the home you visited used to belong to his father?”

“Baba Dee was desperate to know his father. I don’t know what the lawyer told him, but when it came to his father ….he was gullible.” Tanaka said as she bit on her lower lip.

“Its going to be okay. Thank you for coming out.”

“Thank you.”

Tanaka ordered another drink with a smile that the pain and turmoil that was brewing inside of her. She had come into Ray’s Bar soon after leaving the station and she had stayed there ever since. She had been drinking none stop and even though she thought she was still in control of her mind, everything around her had become hazy. The lighting had become brighter and the people in the bar had become more colorful to her.

Tanaka could not help but feel that someone was watching her. She kept turning around expecting to see Daniel looking back at her. But as with the time before, he was not there. Each time she looked back and saw nothing but a bunch of guys playing pool and smoking, her heart dropped. Something inside of her died. At one point after she had lost count of her glasses, Tanaka swore she has seen Daniel’s reflection on it. She had jumped from the chair and had bumped into a couple who were making out.  before the bartender brought her drink, Tanaka found herself turning back again. A tear rolled down her left cheek as she turned back to face the counter. He was not there. She roughly wiped her cheek with the back of her hand as she felt her blood running cold inside of her.

“Can I call you a taxi, ma’am?” The bartender said with a concern.

“What are you talking about?”

“Its 10 pm ma’am. You have been drinking none stop for almost seven hours.” He answered looking at her with genuine worry.

“I’m fine.” Tanaka said as she tried to avoid the bartender’s stare. “I really am fine.” Tanaka insisted as she pushed the glass away.

“Its fine, I got it.” Maud said as she sat next to Tanaka. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Tanaka answered licking her lips.

“I heard you came by the station.”

“I did.”

“Maybe I should drive you home now.” Maud said as she got up.

“You go. I want to be alone.”

“How long have you been in this place Tanaka? You are grieving I know. But alcohol is not the way to go…”

“Maud. Talk to me in that way when your husband is dead. Now, you don’t have right.”

“I know you are hurting.” Maud uttered not trying to hide her shock. “I have an idea. I have a friend of mine who is throwing a party tomorrow for new year’s eve…”



“Leave me alone alright. You have no right to talk to me in that way. Leave me alone, LET ME BE!”


“I don’t want to talk to you right now. Run back to that little bastard you call husband and leave me alone.”

“I was just trying to help.”


Maud looked around the bar  as more and more people were starting to pay attention to them. She looked back at her friend who was about to tear up and she decided that walking away now was probably the best thing to do. She did not want to leave Tanaka in this state, but what was she to do. Maud walked away without having said anything else.

Tanaka sat back down again and gathered her arms on the unfinished wooden table. Her heart began to pound inside of her  and she became extremely alert as she began to feel a familiar presence about her. She turned around trembling. He was not there. She covered her face with both hands as she began to loudly tap her legs against her chair. She stopped when she heard a sigh right next to her. She looked up.

“Hi.” A chocolate brown, ruggedly handsome man said. The man was dressed in a black formal suit with a neat haircut and brown murky eyes that shone in the yellow warm light that illuminated the bar.

“How can I help you?”

“I might be the one to help you. I am a kind of chemist and I help people with your problem.”


“Here is my card. Look me up and I just might be of help.”

“Lets just say I look for you…”

“My friends call me Flimsy.” The man said with a wink as he got up. After adjusting his tie, he walked away without turning.

“Ma’am” The bartender said as he approached Tanaka.

“I said I was fine the first time around.” Tanaka snapped.

“Its not that.” The bartender began as he lowered his voice. “I know that man. He is dangerous.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He is a drug dealer ma’am. I have seen him sell them here…”

“Why are you telling me all this? Why do you care if I associate with people like him?”

“You seem like a really nice person…”

“Looks are deceiving. Call me that taxi.” Tanaka said as she tore the business card to shreds.

Top TV-shows you should be watching right now (but probably aren’t)

by Farai Kwesha | @FatsoRai
To say that I’m a TV-fanatic would be the understatement of the century. I live, eat, breathe television, and with good reason – there are just so many good shows on to suit every taste, mood, and atmosphere. (Uses and gratifications and all). I concede to the fact that being glued to your couch is not exactly the most admirable lifestyle choice, but the same goes for a lot of things too – but I digress. Here is my list of the top five shows you can binge on today, and not feel guilty.
Brooklyn Nine-Nine Cast
5. Brooklyn Nine-nine – I had my reservations about this one at first because I had only ever encountered Andy Samberg on a couple of Saturday Night Live skits (which weren’t all that funny), and in The lonely Island music videos. Two seasons later, I’m a bonafide Brooklyn Nine-nine loyalist. (I must have watched every episode in the first season at least three times). The show follows a team of detectives at NYPD’s 99th precinct and a newly appointed captain. If you want a good laugh, then this one should definitely be on your must-watch list.
Viola Davis on promotional cover
4. How to get away with murder – If you love Scandal (or any Shonda Rhimes production for that matter), then you’ll LOVE How to get away with murder. Oscar nominated actress, Viola Davis stars as Annalise Keating, a criminal defense lawyer and law professor, who selects a group of students from her class to work for her firm. However, as the story progresses, the students and Annalise reluctantly get tied into a murder plot. Enough said.
Cast of The Originals
3. The Originals – This spinoff from The Vampire Diaries, is infinitely darker, more dramatic, and mature than its source material, and that makes for great television. Niklaus, Elijah, and Rebekah Mickaelson are the original vampire family, from which the predatory species was sired. Set in the New Orleans French Quarter, The Mikaelsons are confronted with a coven of determined witches, a tyrannical vampire ruler, and cursed werewolves – and that’s just the first season. The show benefits from the talented cast that includes Joseph Morgan, Daniel Gillies, Phoebe Tonkin, and Claire Holt.
Kevin Spacey
2. House of Cards – When we last saw Frank Underwood, he had just been sworn in as the (spoiler). House of Cards is one of the most gripping shows you can watch right now, and stars Kevin Spacey which should be all the persuasion you need to watch the show. As a Netflix original, complete seasons are made available for streaming all at once, so right now you can binge on all three seasons.
Tatiana Maslany
1. Orphan Black – This show has benefited immensely from the cult-following that it has quickly garnered. Two-time Critics’ Choice Award winner, Tatiana Maslany, is hands down the best actress on television right now. Sarah Manning (Maslany), witnesses a woman jumping in front of a train – but here’s the rub, the woman looks EXACTLY like her. After stealing the woman’s identity, Sarah uncovers a clone conspiracy which sets her on a path to find answers.

BEiNG TANAKA : Episode 3

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Tanaka tried to mask her own fears by comforting her husband, but it was not working. The more she stayed with him, the more frightened she became. Tanaka had never seen Daniel in this state before, and it really terrified her. Daniel had a blank look in his eyes, focused on the bathroom door but not seeing anything. He rocked back and forth, no longer talking but whimpering and making funny breathing sounds. His body was shaking and he had suddenly gone cold.

Tanaka sighed with relieve when Doctor Tinashe Saidi, the pathologist tapped lightly on the door, followed by team of paramedics with Mars Ambulance service. The paramedics along with the doctor swooped into the bathroom and examined the body. The doctor did not do much, he just opened the zip, nodded a few timed then ordered the paramedics to remove the torso and body parts and put them in a black body bag.

The doctor told one of the paramedics that he had come with to take Daniel with them to the hospital. When Daniel was lifted up, he did not put up a fight. It was as if he was no longer in his body, that what was left was a lifeless zombie. Tanaka stepped aside as the paramedics left with her husband, her heart heavy with concern and worry. She turned to the doctor who was leaning by the door then tried to put on a brave face with him.

“We are friends Tanaka.” Saidi began with a comforting smile. “ You don’t have to pretend with me.”
“Thanks. “ Tanaka said, then sighed.
“Our vic was strangled and suffocated but that is not what killed him.”
“What did?”
“loss of blood for one. His body was put under too much trauma when it was mutilated, it was bound to shut down…”
“He was mutilated when he was still alive?” Tanaka asked her heart suddenly beating.
“Yes. The killer was sending a message. I am putting the time of death between forty eight and fifty four hours from now. I have to do further tests to be sure.”
“And murder weapon?”
“Its something sharp and with jaggered teeth, I would say probably a hacksaw.”

“Thanks doctor.”
“If ever you want to talk…” Saidi let his sentence trail off into nothing then smiled at Tanaka who smiled back.
“Of course.”

Tanaka and Saidi had known each other about eleven years now and they had become good friends. Saidi was a middle aged man who was starting to lose his hair and hence had began shaving his head bald. He was short, had a hunched back and wore heavy glasses that made him look like a cartoon character. When he was sixteen he had been involved in a car crash that had damaged his right leg and hence he walked with limb. In order to pay for medical school, he had taken a job at a cigarette manufacturing company, the smell had stayed with him ever since then. The job at the firm had left him with yellow teeth, black lips and red eyes that made him look like he was drunk all the time. Surprisingly, he had a very warm and loving face. As the doctor exited the gate, Tanaka’s partner detective Maud Chifamba, a young vivacious dark skinned, dreadlocked woman came through the door. Maud Chifamba had recently gotten married to a college sweetheart, and even though she had changed her surname and all, her workmates still chose to address her as Maud Chifamba.

She moved in energetic brisk steps, and she had a contagious loud laugh. Chifamba noticed Tanaka, then rushed to her and gave her a tight embrace first.

“I came with Gandawa and Samkange, they are interviewing the neighbors. Why did you come here in the first place?”
“House hunting.”
“House hunting?” Chifamba repeated with worry in her eyes.
“Samkange investigated a case like this one twenty years ago. Ever since then this house was taken off the market and was due for demolition. I am not sure why its still standing, but no one has lived here ever since then.”
“You can’t be serious. My husband inherited this house from his father, who lived here and died two weeks ago.”
“I thought…”
“His father’s lawyer came into contact with him a day after his father died.”

“The last I heard of this a house, a man called Tucker Dube had been brutally murdered. This..”
“Tucker Dube?”
“We buried that man nine days ago!”
“That man was blugeoned to death twenty years ago.” Chifamba said in a whisper, Tanaka took a few steps back trying to understand what was going on. What was Chifamba saying?



 I have come to the realisation that my apparent lack of interest in the Zimbabwean film industry is not entirely my fault.

Neriya, Yellow Card, Qiniso, Flame,  the Gentleman, and Lobola. Right off the bat, the fact that I can count the local film productions I know is not a good sign. Of these six, I’ve only ever watched three, which disqualifies me as a paragon of patriotism. What’s worse is that I can recite an infinite number of international film titles from ten years ago and even from before I was born.That said, I have come to the realisation that my apparent lack of interest in the Zimbabwean film industry is not entirely my fault.

The number one reason I, along with many other Zimbabweans, are no longer on the local film productions band wagon is the acting. There is no sugar-coating it, the acting is subpar to say the least. Acting is art of make-believe, an art that many local actors and actresses have not mastered unfortunately. As a lecturer of mine would say, “they pretend to act” and it’s painful to watch.TheQINISO_POSTER-Recovered-Small fact that many Zimbabweans have access to international content (through whichever means) as a basis for comparisons only makes the terrible acting more apparent.

My second reason, which might be a tad controversial, is how conservative the scripts are. I fully respect Zimbabwean traditional and (some of) the values associated with it, but I also believe it is limiting the range of films that can be made in Zimbabwe. This is because many basic behavioural patterns which are the mainstay of Western films are a “no-no” in local productions. Case in point, kissing. This conservatism feeds into the types of stories explored in Zimbabwean films as well. Another reason that justifies my nonchalance when it comes to these local productions is that there is blatant ignorance of the fundamentals of film production. Maybe I am slightly biased on this issue (as a media studies student), plus I’m a purist.It takes more than just a healthy budget and camera to make an engaging theatrical piece.

Finally, the plots are predictable, clumsily written and uninspired scripts. It’s either a story about HIV, an employee-employer relationship gone array, or both (most probably both). Granted, they may have contextual relevance but we have been exposed to too many similar stories, that it has become monotonous. I have not lost faith in the prospect of Zollywood yet, and I do not think my faith will wane any time soon. To be fair Lobola and the Gentleman are solid efforts and part of the reason why my fingers remain crossed.  However, there is a great deal to improve on before that can be achieved.|||



Q & A with Bathabile Dlamini, on the heels of her recent NAMA win.

Bathabile Dlamini is poised to be Zim’s next “It-girl”

After her big win for Outstanding Actress at the NAMAs for her performance in  uMbiko ka Madlenya, Bathabile “Miss-Bee, Honey-Bee” Dlamini took time out of her schedule for this exclusive interview, complete with exclusive never-seen-before high resolution pictures of her at the Award ceremony.
Q: So first of all congratulations on your win! How does it feel to be a NAMA winner?
A: Exciting, encouraging, motivating. It always feels great to be recognised for hard work.
Q: What impact has such an achievement had on you personally?
A: Well it has made me realise that there are people out there who appreciate what i do, and national adjudicators at that. It’s given me the drive to work harder.
Q: You won the award for your performance as Zinkabi in uMbiko ka Madlenya. How did you get the role?
A: I auditioned for it. My director advised me to audition when he found out about the production.
Q: And when you signed up for the role, did you imagine even for a second that you would nominated for a NAMA, let alone win one?
A: Not at all. It’s actually a funny story because my producer doubted my abilities before I auditioned.
Q: Well you showed him whose boss. What drew you to Zinkabi’s character?
A: I liked how passionate and ambitious Zinkabi was. I consider myself like that. She had drive and determinism. she was breaking the norm that only men could lead. In a way she was also fighting for gender equity, and that was inspiring.
Q: How did you get your start in Theatre?
A: High school. I was auditioning as a dancer, then my director must have seen something, that’s when I started in plays. I scooped best supporting actress for my first play, and then scooped best actress in every competition that followed.
Q: You clearly have a lot of fans after your win? Any advice for them?
A: They should work hard, chase their dreams and never doubt themselves. Their background, whatever it is, should not be a setback. What you’re facing, God is watching, and he knows you have the strength to overcome it.
Bathabile accepting her award.
Q: Is theatre something you see yourself doing forever?
A: It is, but it won’t be my first priority. School comes first, and then there’s my ultimate career goal of being on TV.
Q: Do you have any productions lined up?
A: I do, I have several of them lined up. But I don’t want to preempt anything.
Q: Any words you live by?
A: I am ordained for greater exploits. That’s my motto.
Q: Who is your greatest inspiration?
A: Gosh, there are so many because I’m interested in a lot of things. But in the entertainment industry, it’s definitely Beyonce. In life, my mother.
Q: Lastly, where do you see yourself in say, 5 years?
A: Successful. As someone established and doing well in the media and performing arts industries. An outstanding TV personality.

By Farai Kwesha |||


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