Much I Say About Nothing

I wore a pair of laddered stockings to work today. To be honest, this wasn’t the first time I’ve done this. As a matter of fact, I have one rule; if my stockings ladder as I am putting them on, I am not removing them, we’re going to have to wing it through the rest of the day as is! If it is for an informal activity that I am wearing the stocking for, I would most usually make more holes (deliberately) to make it look as if the style was intentional. Yes, I mean that, but the bottom line is once I have put them on, I am not taking them off. Before I would get people reminding me that my stockings were torn or laddered, but lately people just generally mind their business and let you be. A little too much at times though, you can literally walk around with your zip open and not have noticed it and no one would even attempt to tell you…because they’re minding their own business. I wish life was this simple when it came to freedom of dressing in my country, unfortunately not. But would you say things have changed though? Are some places more liberal than others? Or has it just remained the same?

I was listening to a certain program on radio the other day and a woman wrote in complaining about her husband’s very cold body temperature, I quote “murume wangu anotonhora muviri zvisingaite, ndoitawo sei kana kuti angaite sei kuti adziyewo?” (my husband has such a cold body temperature, what can I do to change this or what can he do). To my surprise, the presenter’s response was, and again I quote “wotomutambira, ndiye wawakapihwa naMwari” (accept him as he is, he is the man that God gave you). Incase you do not understand my shock, ask any Zimbabwean woman about ndwolani
(sp), rubbing Vaseline mixed with salt under your feet then wearing socks to bed; the milk, honey and cinnamon concoction, and sooooo many other natural remedies and herbs that women are experimenting with so that they can increase their body temperature in order to please men. If you haven’t tried it, you either know someone who has, or someone has told you about it, or you have most definitely read about it on one of the many social media pages and/or groups because – varume vanoda vakadzi vanodziya muviri or munhu wemukadzi haufanire kubva watonhora. We have been told it, and we believe it. But unfortunately, the same response doesn’t apply when the script is turned.

I have been seeing the trending statement in the streets this week “takachi master chi game ichi” and mostly comes as a caption on all the various audio recordings and voice messages doing the rounds from young men who have suffered at the hands of love and are literally in tears, mjolo the pandemic. I can’t help but wonder what these men shedding tears would have done to a woman for her to decide she wants out. You have possibly heard numerous times that when a woman decides she is done, she really is. Most women are said to call out when they’re really out and have no more hurt to give (you see what I censored there? my nieces read my blogs). So, have women really mastered this game, this love game? Is this a new phenomenon or it’s a folktale dating as far back as women buying houses nemari yemadhoiri that were being sold in our neighboring country? As far back as men having to sing out loud or whistle as they approached their homestead, so as to give the wife’s lover a signal to leave? As far back as many men taking care of children that were not their own, even if they knew it and wouldn’t rush to have it broadcast on the DNA show?

Much I say about nothing…