Christmas – The Zimbabwean Way
The Christmas season is back. It is that time of the year that most people the world over take most of the year preparing for in very diverse ways depending on locality. Generally, it is a time for family, love and sharing, but for me, being a black Zimbabwean, Christmas has its own meaning that I eagerly anticipate its arrival every year. Growing up, for me Christmas meant, going to “kumusha” ( our rural home) where we would meet up with the rest of the family clan. It was that holiday that I was assured to meet my distant cousins, check out who had grown faster, who had excelled academically or in sport and just find reason to show off even with a twenty cent plastic watch. It meant sleeping late on Christmas Eve while arguing and betting which beast of our cattle herd was going to be slaughtered by “Sekuru” ( our grandfather) . It also meant waking up early in the morning to catch a cold bath and be the first to wear one’s “Christmas clothes”. When now adorn...