The Facebook prophet

My heart bled when i read about the the so called facebook prophet http://www.thezimbabwemail.com/zimbabwe/12952-zimbabwean-pastor-uses-facebook-to-rape-women.html., my heart bled for these young women who had to go through such a humiliating and trying time. It prompted me to think and try to come up with an explanation as to why up to 16 young women can be lured to a man`s home at the promise of marriage. What made seemingly intelligent women, befriend a "man of God" on Facebook and trust him enough to have unprotected sex with- "because God says we should"? After all the warning, the news stories even reports of a Facebook rapist on trial in neighbouring South Africa did not deter these young women determined to get married.

I do not prophess to be a religious authority but I think the church is doing a collective sin as a church by preaching to our young women that there is something wrong with them if they remain unmarried, as if marriage is some sort of incredible achievement. One simply has to attend pentecostal church service on any given Sunday and 90%of the time , a preacher says something about how God can make unmarried women to be married. " bata muchato wako!" which literally means get a hold of your marriage, is the catch phrase. Not that there is anything wrong with marriage, in fact it is good, but being unmarried is not always a sign of a curse or some other spiritual problem. If encouragement to get married leads to such desperation then we need to do something about it. Just saying...

Tomorrow`s Woman- ode to my daughter

My daughter was born on an unprecedantatly chilly August on the same day her Dad was born. After an excruciating  C-section that is now more blur than nightmare,I held the little girl I had been praying for  for years and named her Janelle, which means God has heard. I was a second time mom and was quite familiar with feelings emotions and all such things associated with the birth of a child but somehow giving birth to a daughter was different. It stirred up the feminist in me, stirred in me the wish and ambition to make this world a better place for a little girl whose dreams might be shattered just for being the wrong gender. It made me want to do things that I had long abandoned because I was too busy being Percy`s wife, the good daughter in- law and all round respectable woman. I began to realise the importance of getting my master`s degree, opening the coffee shop cum boutique I had been dreaming of doing, starting that blog etc. For my daughter`s sake, I want her to know it can be done, because mom tried it and did it. I want her to be proud of me as a woman, I want her to never run out a mentor because I would be there, I want her to have a reference, a role model and be everything my own mother was and more. I want her to be a ballerina if she wants, a soccer player, a pilot, a race car driver anything in the world! I want her to know its okay for her to be anything she wants to be.
          As I write this blog, on the occasion of her second birthday, I say a little prayer for her,for God to protect her and give her the grace and strength to be the woman she is meant to be,Tomorrow`s Woman..... 

My song- for real!

Seldom do we as women acknowledge the role and importance men in our lives... Nope, I`m not a repentant feminist, nor have I suddenly gone soft in the cause for Women`s Lib, God forbid!!! But allow me dear reader, to wallow in sentimentalism and romance, for the one who stole this Feminist heart, he who happens to be The Love Of  My Life has taken up his charming ways up a notch, to pen ME a love song! Yep, you can check out the song Wandibaya., which basically translates to you stole my heart, and yes he wrote it for me. Sure he did pen it after a bit of missing-my-home-cooked meals,  when I was away from home on assignment somewhere, but I do love the romantic in him. Which is why I absolutely love him! Its not everyday that such fantasies do come true, but alas mine did!  


Just thought I should share ( and brag a little!) 


Till next time....