Let Me Explain: An Open Letter To Zim Hip Hop
Dear ‘Rappers’ I hope this letter finds you well. By now I’m sure…
Dear ‘Rappers’ I hope this letter finds you well. By now I’m sure…
I have not been entirely honest with you. We did not know each…
One plate of steaming hot Sadza. Another one full of boiled, brown vegetables….
Don’t come at me with that Jehovah’s Witness crap of love and peace…
Have you ever smoked weed? I know you are probably trying to lie…
Their clothes tattered, the end of their fingernails jagged and bloody from scratching…
I never get to go to live shows. They are a drag. A…
I feel a warm liquid flow down my back slowly. A faint sob,…
Language – Shona Translation – ‘We don’t sleep in Harare’ It’s cold, extremely cold….
The ghetto is a state in its own. We have security guards (home…