Tuesday, November 12, 2013

from Emmanuel Sigauke... with love

By the time Brutus stabbed me, Mukoma had already left to fight with the Mhere boys. Earlier in the morning, at home, he had told me that he just wanted to hear my English, and to see if I had the right gestures for it, adding that he was not interested in the prize-winning ceremony that would follow the big performance, nor did he care about meeting my teachers to discuss my progress. I don’t think when he left I had finished dying because even before Mark Anthony arrived on the scene, half the audience had left the play and had gone to watch Mukoma’s fight. At first, I had no idea what was happening, until Miss Mukaro, the teacher who had directed the performance, signaled Mark Anthony, acted by Chari, to stop talking, walked to where I lay dead and whispered, “Caesar, your big brother.” I sprung up and looked where Mukoma had been standing and saw that he was gone…

**** so goes the first paragraph of my favourite story in Emmanuel Sigauke’s forthcoming collection of short stories. Right from the first line, you get hooked and the story races with you in its jaws. I like the concept of ‘a fight inside the insides of the fight’ used in that story. Emmanuel Sigauke may not admit now, but when it finally comes out, this collection of short stories tentatively called ‘Mukoma stories’ is going to be his major project to date. He has been at this script for years now and I think he is close to releasing it…. The stories revolve around a teenage boy and the escapades of his roguish elder brother (mukoma). The boy has had to become a thinker and not a boy, in order to survive because mukoma is as unpredictable as his mortar mouth. These pieces come very close to the skin, akin to the short stories of Marechera, Chinodya and Naipaul. Manu, let go! You have an extremely exciting script. (Kwachirere, 14 August 2010)


Thank you VaChirere for these encouraging words. I am now sitting back, since the manuscript is now in the hands of an editor. Hopefully they will like it. But you are right, I care so much about these stories...and it was almost hard to let go...

2.                 NoViolet Mkha BulawayoAugust 19, 2010 at 9:11 PM
I couldn't agree more with Chirere. I've seen bits and pieces of the project here and there, and I await with a restless hunger. That narrator... so alive and raw and stunning in his naivety and sometimes hard circumstances, and the writer's voice just on the right note and effortless. Either way you are drawn in, and I know we are in trouble when the project drops.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Ignatius Mabasa's 'dog inside a dog inside the insides of a dog!'


IMBWA YEMUNHU, By Ignatius Mabasa
Published by Bhabhu Books, Harare, 2013
To buy: +263772278171
first reviewed in the Shona  by Tinashe Muchuri
and the review was translated into English by Memory Chirere

In Shona traditions, you do not strike the rival once and just expect him to fall and die. Ignatius Mabasa has returned with yet his third blow in the form of beautiful tapestry of ideas. Those in search of a good story will benefit.

You do not rush to punish the child for the first or second offence but on the third, there is bound to be trouble. If you missed Mapenzi, Mabasa’s first novel or Ndafa Here, his second, you will surely not miss his third offering, Imbwa Yemunhu. This one is the ultimate Ignatius Mabasa sermon.

In Imbwa Yemunhu you come across Musavhaya or Musa in brief.  Usually Musa becomes jelly kneed when he comes across beer and beautiful women. This time he even wants to grab someone’s wife. She is called Juli. Juli’s husband is an ordinary lay about and petty trader called Richard who is not fazed by his noncommittal ways. Richard seems ready to allow his marriage to collapse. Imbwa Yemunhu revolves around Musa and Juli, occasionally touching the extended family and those characters from the various entertainment joints.

Imbwa Yemunhu, is a novel that demonstrates Mabasa’s unparalleled ability to reveal the ordinary people’s daily struggles. Musa is pressed by his own mother and elder brother to marry Hazvi when he has no any feelings for the girl. He plays up in order to silence his community which expects him to get married. Ironically, Richard does the same by marrying Juli just for the sake of it. This shows how people get into relationships in order to meet societal expectations.

The resultant regret forms the bedrock to Mabasa latest offering.

But what comes out of regret? Juli wishes she had a man like Musa instead of Richard. But she is stuck with Richard! Hazvi wishes she had not had the misfortune of knowing her father. Richard wishes he had not fallen into this marriage with Juli because it is an apparent trap. One key politician’s wife wishes her husband had employed white aides instead of black ones because then, she could have been saved from meeting Musa who has brought hell into her life. The late musician, Simon Chimbetu (who is a character in this novel), wishes he had preached about God during his sojourn on earth. Musa’s brother, Hamu wishes he had not pushed Musa into marrying Hazvi because that could have saved him the embarrassment that comes from the arranged union.

Why are all these people full of regret?

Imbwa Yemunhu is the story about failure to come face to face with the results of one’s choices. Musa is unable to quit the bottle. If you ask him if he was forced into beer in the first place, his answer is no. In fact, the first time he tasted beer, he even found it bitter and unpalatable. But he kept on trying until he became addicted. Self inflicted troubles! Here you also read about fake love. There are also the silent and undeclared divorces between partners. There is utter dog behaviour, sadness, drunkenness, prostitution and that hunger for happiness.

Mabasa does well in coming up with a story that delves into the human thought tracks. You are able to travel with Musa to places that you have been, once upon a time. There are also places and situations that you have come across in your private life. You mourn alongside Musa because his troubles are similar to yours. You are persuaded to spare a thought for girls who go into forced marriages with men they do not love. You feel for girls who are raped by their own parents or relatives. You find sympathy for women who throw themselves at men who they do not love just for the sake of getting married.

Imbwa Yemunhu exposes how family members behave when there is a rapist in their midst. Hazvi’s father rapes Hazvi’s mother. Hazvi’s mother is  threatened with death and in the end Hazvi faces the same fate and nobody in the community lifts even a finger!

At the centre of this thrilling novel is Musa’s journey in pursuit of salvation. Through Musa’s journey, you note that this novel is not your ordinary roadside sermon where an overzealous preacher pesters you into joining their particular church and not this or that church.

We are all sojourners, fighting against numerous physical and spiritual forces. For whom is it well? That is Ignatius Mabasa's fundamental question. Maybe that is why the character Old Bob cries each time he listens to the classical Rhumba track, Shauri Yako.

As soon as you pick Imbwa Yemunhu, you come face to face with the image of a sad dog on the cover. Looking closely, you notice that this is a dog with a human face! It may mean that; when a man looks after a dog in the home, the dog begins to resemble the master or the master the dog! That is in tandem with the funny dream Musa has in which he is sitting amongst countless dogs of all species in a bar at Chikwanha shopping centre. And, when he embarks on a kombi; there are only dogs of all varieties in there playing all sorts of dog games and he chants‘Humbwa nehumbwa pamusoro pehumbwa.’ (A dog inside a dog inside a dog!)

The use of dream and madness allows Mabasa a lot of creative entrance into what could be considered taboo territories. Nobody can prohibit other people from dreaming. This is what carries Musa ahead and offers him opportunity to experience what hell is like. Only in the dream does Musa hold hands romantically with the prominent politician’s wife! There are no bounds in dreams.
+ Tinashe Muchuri is a Zimbabwean author, journalist and storyteller.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

David Mungoshi invited to Minna, Niger State, Nigeria.


Zimbabwean writer, David Mungoshi has been invited to be guest speaker at the 3rd MBA National Literary Colloquium, Minna, Niger State, Nigeria on November 12, 2013.

Part of the letter to Mungoshi from Professor Mohammed Kuta Yahaya, the Commissioner, Ministry of Information, Communication and Integration dated October 17, 2013 reads: “…as a universal scholar whose voice appeals to the global audience, on behalf of the Government and people of Niger State, we write to invite you to be the Keynote Speaker at the event. The theme for this year’s edition is CREATIVITY, YOUTH AND NATIONAL DEVELOPMENT. This is central to young people who will be desirous of listening to your inspiring presentation for the future of our country, Africa and humanity in general.”

Dr.Mu’azu Babangida Aliyu (MBA) is the Governor of Niger State, Nigeria, who has since 2007 continuously made contributions towards the literary development of the country. He is also the Chairman of Northern States Governors Forum comprising the 19 Northern States of Nigeria and the Chairman of the Board of Trustees of Sir Ahmadu Bello Foundation which he co-founded with his governor-colleagues of the North. The foundation was established to immortalise the late icon, Sir Ahmadu Bello, Sardaunan Sokoto and Premier, Northern region.

In 2007, he sponsored a reading campaign, ‘Read-To-A-Child’ programme in the 25 Local Government Areas of the state, sponsoredthe 1st Northern Nigeria Writers Summit in 2008 as well as the Annual International Conference of the Association of Nigerian Authors in 2009. He followed it up with a Ten million Naira grant for the association to establish Nigerian Writers Series (a replica of the defunct African Writers Series). Similarly, he donated a 23 hectare land for the construction of a Writers Village. His wife is currently sponsoring teen authorship scheme in 5 states of the federation. To further institutionalize the business of creative writing in the state, he created Niger State Book Development Agency in December, 2012, which is charged with appropriating book and literary matters in the state. This is the only of its kind in Nigeria.

The MBA National Literary Colloquium is another platform he established in 2011 to promote ideas, discourse on literature, leadership and intellectualism in governance. The first edition had poet Odia Ofeimum as the Guest Speaker while Prof Wole Soyinka was the 2012 Guest Speaker. This year's edition comes up on November12 in Minna, Niger State, Nigeria.
David Mungoshi's novel, The Fading Sun won Zimbabwe’s National Arts Merit Award (Nama) in the Outstanding Fiction category in 2010. David Mungoshi was born in Bulawayo in the enriching vicinity of some of the key exponents of township Jazz music of Zimbabwe. Some of his major literary works are Broken Dream and other Stories and Stains on The wall. His forthcoming novel is called Catalogues.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Leader of Zimbabwean writers lifts Media award


Tinashe Muchuri, staff writer at Parade; a leading Zimbabwean magazine and current Secretary General of the Zimbabwe Writers Association, is the winner of the coveted Delta Corporation Arts and Entertainment Journalist of the year for 2012-13 in the  National Journalism and Media Awards (NJAMA).
Muchuri penned the winning entry called: ‘What do Zimbabweans Read?’ Appearing in the Parade’s relaunch Edition of December 2012, it dwelt on the important but highly neglected subject of the literary arts.


Part of the judges’ citation goes: “The reporter interrogates Zimbabwe’s reading culture and asks the fundamental question – What do Zimbabweans read? The story brings out interesting facts about the country’s reading culture, while successfully tackling the subject and bringing out the challenges in an engaging manner. The article, which also taps into diverse expert sources, is well-written and well edited and captivates the reader. It is evident that the reporter committed some thought, time and effort in developing the story.”

Previous winners in the same category include 2004: Limukani Ncube, 2005: Wonder Guchu, 2007: John Mokwetsi, 2008: Shame Kanyumwa, 2009: Godwin Muzari, 2011: Nkululeko Sibanda and 2012: Kenneth Matimura
Muchuri himself says that he is excited. “I feel that there are some eyes away from where one toils that look and recognize hard work. On top of that, I have discovered that journalism is like raising a child. It is a task that requires the whole community. This is the result of team work at the ‘Padare reNhau’ (publishers of Parade Magazine.) My editor, Ray Mawerera deserves respect too, for always plucking out all the weeds from my stories and for believing in me.”
Muchuri walked away with a certificate, hamper, some money and a floating trophy.
Muchuri is an actor, performing poet and novelist. His forthcoming work comes out before Christmas 2013 through Bhabhu Books of Harare. It is a novel entitled Chibarabada. It is a unique and amazing novel script in the Shona language, threatening to take the Shona narrative way beyond Kunyarara Hakusi Kutaura? and Mapenzi in matters of style. Revolving around chibarabada, an illicit brew, the novel proceeds in the form(s) of first person, second person and third person narratives, (all in one script), creating the impression of a whole community talking at once to itself and beyond.
+Memory Chirere

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Marechera vs Zvobgo at the first Zimbabwe Book fair


The Origins of the Zimbabwe International Book Fair  Established 1983
(Paper by Phyllis Johnson; (co-founder of the Zimbabwe International Book Fair)

Hon. Minister of Primary and Secondary Education, Mr Lazarus Dokora
Diplomats and other distinguished guests and supporters of ZIBF
The Chairman and members of the General Council of the Zimbabwe International Book Fair Association, and Honorary Members
And the Chairman and members of the Executive Board 
Colleagues and Friends, Ladies and Gentlemen

May I just begin by saying Makorokoto, Amhlope, Congratulations to Minister Dokora on his appointment. The ZIBF is a suitable start to your service… We look forward to advances in education under your leadership, and of course education needs people such as the participants here, that is writers, publishers, illustrators, editors, printers, booksellers, students and youth … and readers. I should emphasise that this is a well-developed and talented industry in Zimbabwe, but it is a business and the supply chain needs to be hard working and efficient, and also needs to be able to eat. It is a dynamic industry that has been, and can be again, a significant contributor to the Zimbabwe’s economic recovery.  

May I also say to Musa Zimunya, the Chairman of the Executive Board of the Zimbabwe International Book Fair Association, that you and your colleagues are doing a remarkable job here under your leadership, with vision and substance, with a holistic perspective that is inclusive, not exclusive, and you should be warmly congratulated and strongly supported. I hope that the private sector and the donors and the minister will take note…

I have been asked to talk about ZIBF at 30 since I was involved in the initiation and development of the Zimbabwe International Book Fair in 1983, with my late husband, David Martin, who was the Founding Director. In reviewing my archives, I found a document that said I was the treasurer, so I suppose I was tasked with raising the funds, we certainly didn’t have much to spend when we started. There were other key people involved and I will come to that in a moment but first I want to reflect on your theme for this year -- ZIBF@30: Enabling Creativity, Writing, Publishing and Reading for Africa’s Growth.

I think the theme for this year, when the book fair is 30, says it all, and the theme for this year actually removes the need for a keynote address, because it tells us why the book fair was founded… to enable creativity, writing, publishing and reading for Africa’s growth.  So, happy 30th birthday, the vision is still very much alive and growing.

We can unpack that briefly… The book fair was conceived through a series of encounters, comments and suggestions leading to a vision that spread and gained momentum. But first you need to understand the context. This country, Zimbabwe, was just 3 years old when the first book fair took place, in a country that was the sweetheart of Africa, from its own population right across the continent, and up and down, everyone wanted to come to Zimbabwe, to see and feel this new place, so attracting visitors was not difficult at all.  The book fair and the workshops were richly subscribed from across the continent. The best books in Africa were on display.
The vision grew out of a simple question by then Prime Minister R.G. Mugabe, now President, who wanted to know what publishers were doing to bridge the communication gap on a continent where writers of literature wrote mostly in the colonial languages, with a few exceptions, and could not read each other’s work. The point was that to increase understanding, cooperation and development in Africa, the barriers of language need to be bridged.
The French cultural officer in 1982 was a man called Alain Sancerni, who was an ardent facilitator of cultural exchange, primarily African cultural exchange, his wife was and is Ethiopian, and his roots were and are in Africa. He took the three ZPH directors off to meet French-speaking African authors and publishers. He also funded a number of translations to English, and in addition to French, we managed to raise funds to include two books written in Portuguese, from Angola and Mozambique. More on that later. The three directors were David and myself, and Zimbabwe’s literary icon, Charles Mungoshi. So we were well supported in discussing literature. Charles had the frustrating experience of meeting French-speaking writers such as Mongo Beti, whom he could not communicate with.
The classic comment in this regard came later from Jean-Marie Adiaffi, a writer from Cote d’Ivoire who had just won a prestigious French literary award. He attended the first book fair, and Bridget Katiyo translated his book. When Charles and I handed him a copy of his book The Identity Card, published in Zimbabwe in English, he beamed… He said, “Now I have written a book I cannot read!”
The trio from Zimbabwe went on to London courtesy of UNESCO to attend the second World Congress on Books. This was accompanied by a display of books by African writers and publishers at the Africa Centre in London, intended to circulated in Europe, and titled Bookweek Africa. In opening the Bookweek display, the UNESCO director-general, M. Amadou M’Bow from Senegal, expressed the hope that the exhibit would “spread beyond the bounds of London” and be seen in Africa. Another seed had been planted…
This is where we met Hans Zell of the African Book Publishing Record, who showed a similar dedication by publishing an annual record of books published in Africa. He also administered the Noma Award for Publishing in Africa, and he invited us to host that award in Zimbabwe. But, he said, it needs to be associated with an event. Charles was excited, we were all excited, and together we agreed with Hans Zell that we should bring the Bookweek Africa display to Zimbabwe and host the presentation of the Noma Award for Publishing in Africa.  
As a result of all this, the Noma Award was presented in Zimbabwe during the Bookweek Africa display from 23-27 August 1983. The award was won by Justice Austin Amissah for his book on Criminal Justice in Ghana, published by Sedco in Accra. The ceremony was attended by Hans Zell and by the founder of the award, Shoichi Noma from Japan. The award was presented by a published Zimbabwean author who also happened to be the Minister of Finance, Economic Planning and Development, Dr Bernard Chidzero. Dr Chidzero urged African authors to take on their responsibility to work with the publishing industry in Africa, to publish locally, and thus save foreign currency on the import of books as well as earning through export.
Hans Zell knew about book fairs, as he had initiated the successful Ife book fair in Nigeria, and he helped David and Charles and the staff of Zimbabwe Publishing House to set up Bookweek Africa. The commitment and dedication of the ZPH staff cannot be overemphasized, including Taine Mundondo, Mavis Chirekeni, Liz Matavire, Lazarus Gandanzara, Nicholas Murove and others.
Although there were few financial resources, there was enthusiastic support from the publishing industry, authors and the Government of Zimbabwe. The Minister of Information of Information, Post and Telecommunications, Dr Nathan Shamuyarira, who was another published Zimbabwean author, was fully supportive and chaired the organizing committee, perhaps the equivalent to your ZIBFA General Council. The other members, in addition to the founders, included Dr Stan Made who was Chairman of the Zimbabwe Library Association; Father Plangger, the head of Mambo Press in Gweru; Christopher Till, Director of the National Gallery of Zimbabwe, ably represented when absent by his deputy, Doreen Sibanda, who is now the Director in her own right; and Ashabai Chinyemba and Aaron Mudapakati from the Ministry.
As the date approached and it became apparent that Dr Shamuyarira would not be in the country at the time of the event, he gave one instruction to his deputy minister, Dr Naomi Nhiwatiwa. His instruction to her was… if David asks for anything while I’m away… say Yes. Although Bookweek Africa came with its own display stands, there was no infrastructure for local exhibitors. So the ministry’s Production Services department was an essential resource in building and setting up the stands. 
Dr Chidzero’s ministry assisted with the task of getting the books into the country through customs. And there it was, the first Zimbabwe international book fair was opened by the first Minister of Education and Culture, Dr Dzingai Mutumbuka, who urged the exhausted organizers that this should become an annual event. He was very committed to strengthening the focus on books and learning and reading, and he spent considerable time at the fair looking at books, as did the then Prime Minister, R.G. Mugabe.
This event now had a display of African books and a prestigious award presentation, it needed writers from across the continent, and Alain Sancerni again found some resources and mobilized others. Among his other achievements was the responsibility for bringing home the then not so well known Dambudzo Marechera, but more on that later. …
Norway, Sweden and Denmark who have supported the book fair through the years, were there at the start. The organizing committee was chaired by Dr Emmanuel Ngara, who was head of the English department at the University of Zimbabwe. The members included the late Toby Moyana from the Ministry of Education and Culture, who was instrumental in Africanizing the literature curriculum and ensuring that students could study African writers and have access to their books; Charles Mungoshi, who was Literary Director at ZPH, but did not like to reject any manuscripts because he believed that every writer has something to say; Chenjerai Hove, then an editor at Mambo Press; Kimani Gecau from the Zimbabwe People’s Theatre Project, who later joined the University of Zimbabwe’s Department of English  where he has trained a generation of students to think and write, and continues to do so; and Stephen Mpofu, a knowledgeable young journalist from The Herald.
The writers workshop was organized with the theme of “Communicating through Literature”, and writers of literature turned up from all over the continent. They were too many to mention here but they included Nuruddin Farah from Somalia; Lewis Nkosi, Nadine Gordimer and Ingoapele Mandingoane from South Africa, Micere Mugo and David Maillu from Kenya, Jack Mapanje from Malawi, Gabriel Okara from Nigeria, Ama Ata Aidoo and Meshack Asare from Ghana. Zimbabwean writers who participated in the workshop and also gave public readings in the First Street Mall, included, in addition to Charles Mungoshi, Shimmer Chinodya, Stanley Nyamfukudza, and Dambudzo Marechera.
African publishers were key advisors and participants in the event, including the local publishers of ZPH, Father Plangger of Mambo Press, Ben Mugabe of College Press, Nda Dlodlo and Sam Mpofu of Longman Zimbabwe, and later Irene Staunton and Murray McCartney of Baobab and then Weaver Press. From further afield, we were able to count on support and draw ideas and advice from such experienced colleagues as Walter Bgoya of Tanzania Publishing House who later started his own publishing house, Mkuki na Nyota; Henry Chakava of Heinemann East Africa which later became East African Educational Books; Ravan Press from South Africa; Victor Nwankwo and Joop Berkhout, among others from Nigeria; and Richard Crabbe from Ghana. Later, after Namibia’s independence, came Jane Katjavivi from New Namibia Books, now the Publisher at University of Namibia Press.
James Currey and Penny Butler from Heinemann African Writers Series and Heinemann Educational Books, Tony Zerbrugg from Third World Publications were early and consistent supporters of the book fair, and so too was Mary Jay of the African Books Collective, which was established much later. Peter Ripken from the Society for African and Third World Literature in Germany came and supported the ZIBF, and later invited the organizers to attend the Frankfurt Book Fair in 1985 with a joint exhibition of African publishers.
And of course… the public. One of the many comments about the first Zimbabwe International Book Fair said, “The response of the public has been really tremendous. The pre-fair publicity and advertising has clearly done the trick. And there has been a never-ending stream of visitors. I made some good contacts.”
The second ZIBF in 1984 as I recall did not have a specific theme or conference… we had enough challenges just holding the book fair after we were evicted from our home at the National Gallery because the then director inherited at independence, did not think it appropriate to have so many people in his gallery, while our objective was to introduce more people to the National Gallery who had never gone there before.  So the second book fair was held at Kingstons, a commercial bookseller, who cleared out space to hold it mainly during a weekend from 28 September -1 August 1984. It was different, very crowded and very successful, with as many exhibitors as could fit into the space. Dr Shamuyarira opened the second ZIBF.  The Noma Award was presented again during ZIBF to Professor Njabulo Ndebele from South Africa.
By the time of the third ZIBF in 1985, the director of the National Gallery had changed to Dr Cyril Rodgers and we had negotiated our way back in, hosting a workshop to accompany the book fair at the same venue, with the theme of “Books for, by and about Women” to mark the end of the UN Decade for Women. Women writers came from Zimbabwe and all over the continent, including Nawal el Sadaawi from Egypt, Micere Mugo from Kenya and Mabel Sagan from Ghana, as well as Irvashi Butalia from India and others; and publishers launched new books by women writers. Local participants included publisher/writers Barbara Makhalisa and Tisa Chifunyise, Olivia Muchena from the University of Zimbabwe, now Minister of Higher and Tertiary Education, and Sekai Holland from the Zimbabwe Institute of Mass Communications.   
We had to skip 1986 for various reasons but the fourth ZIBF in 1987 matched the enthusiasm of the first in its local and continental support. This was opened by the Mozambican Minister of Culture, Luis Bernardo Honwana, who is also a published author of literature. That year had a deep connection to this year… when we have lost the grandfather of written African literature, Chinua Achebe. The theme “Children’s Literature in Africa and the Third World” drew authors from a wide range of countries who presented papers, including Cyrpian Ekwensi, Kole Omotoso and Chinua Achebe, all from Nigeria, and Ngugi wa Thi’ongo from Kenya, and included many of the local writers, including Ngugi wa Mirii.
Achebe delivered a handwritten paper on “Children’s Literature in Africa”.  He told the story of searching for books for his four-year-old daughter and finding only what he called “beautifully packaged poisons” which if they mentioned Africa at all, showed its inhabitants as witchdoctors wearing feathers and climbing coconut palms. He concluded that, “We must all get cracking and produce in far greater numbers than we do at present and at better quality the books that will sustain the imaginative life of African children.”
We had a short flurry of children’s books such as Meshack Asare’s beautifully illustrated story book about Great Zimbabwe, Chipo and the Bird on the Hill – a tale of ancient Zimbabwe, that followed his Noma Award for The Brassman’s Secret. But really, 25 years after Achebe’s plea, have we really progressed much in producing well-illustrated stories for our children? And if produced, would these be bought and read anyway? These decisions involve not only parents, but also nursery schools and the educational system.
There is another image to give to Minister Dokoro from that visit to Zimbabwe by Chinua Achebe in 1987.  He was so excited and inspired to be here, in this newly emerging country, and he was treated like a pop star, by the general population. From the time he stepped off the plane, from the baggage handlers to customs and immigration, everyone knew him, they had studied his novels in school, they recognized him and they welcomed an opportunity to talk to him, and so did he. This happened throughout his short visit to Zimbabwe. He talked to people, and they talked to him. We mourn his loss this year, and we remember this legacy of his classic work, but somehow I wonder if he had come more recently to visit Zimbabwe, whether he and his writing would have been recognized in the street in the same way…
This was also the historic year when James Currey, who founded the Heinemann African Writers Series with Chinua Achebe and Allan Hill, decided to go it alone and establish the now very successful James Currey Publishers. He told us later that he had watched us doing book schedules and costings for ZPH in our collaboration with Heinemann, and he had decided that if we could do that, so could he! All of these things spun off or were influenced by the Zimbabwe International Book Fair.
We had our own teething problems, we had to learn things while doing them. I did something during the first year, which must have been in my capacity as Treasurer, that inadvertently generated one of the enduring “moments in history” of the early ZIBF. I thought that because the visiting writers would all have per diems to buy meals and drinks, and this socializing was important when they were all together here in the same city, that local writers, most of whom didn’t have any money, should also get a small per diem so they could spend time with the visitors.
Well, we had recently published The House of Hunger, and our author Dambuzdo Marechera used up his per diem in a matter of hours in the bar and spent the night sleeping in a gutter on one of the roads near the National Gallery. He had not quite slept it off when he woke up and dusted off to attend the writers workshop on “Communicating through Literature”. He began talking loudly and interjecting comments during the presentations, until the distinguished participants were getting very upset. One of them was Dr Eddison Zvobgo, the Minister of Justice and Legal Affairs, and a writer in his own right… and he eventually took Dambudzo by the arm and led him downstairs and out to his ministerial car. But on the way down the stairs through the gallery, Dambudzo spotted me and began yelling racial abuse across the gallery.
I’ll have to shorten this story because it goes on and on, but briefly, he then started a rumour that he had been arrested and was in jail, and the visiting writers, who felt he did not deserve this, got up a petition. The petition was hastily withdrawn after they discovered the truth of the matter, that he had been driven in a ministerial Mercedes and dropped off at Africa Unity square. He told me later that he thought it a more effective literary drama to start a rumour than to walk back to the workshop.
Suffice to say that the following week, he knocked on the door of my office in then Union Avenue (now Kwame Nkrumah) and came in, sat down, smiled and apologized. “I’m sorry for my behaviour last week,” he said, “I’ve come to get a royalty advance!”
Dambudzo was very disarming, he had a wide smile and he certainly needed his royalties. But first, I asked him why he did it, why racial abuse directed at me? “Well” he said, “its an easy way to get attention isn’t it?” And what about the rumour that he was in jail? Oh, he was very proud of that one, he thought it was a good dramatic stroke. And that was the point about the late writer, Dambudzo Marechera. It was like he threw pebbles into the water to watch the ripples. He wasn’t crazy at all except when he was drunk, but he was an exceptionally good actor and he used his skills to effect, including disrupting the first book fair and the writers workshop. He would like this, the publicity he’s getting now, and he is part of the story of the book fair.
There was another incident, not involving Dambudzo but one of his books, that the Minister should take note of. This was the period of trying to Africanize the literature curriculum which was still inherited from Cambridge and mostly European, so there was a process of pushing through literature by African writers for use in schools. It was a hard struggle to begin with but after the decision was taken, the trickle turned to a flood. One day we got the happy news that another of Dambudzo’s books which we had licensed from Heinemann, called Black Sunlight, was approved as a resource book for primary schools. I was apparently the only person in the publishing house who had read this book, so I took it up with the editors and with David and Charles, and they sent me off to find the relevant official in the Ministry of Education. Black Sunlight contains lurid descriptions of explicit sex, and it was lucky to pass the censor board let alone get into primary schools. Like the Ministry, we had published initially without reading the book! So they had another look and raised its rating to secondary and tertiary study only….
The small but hard-working staff of the newborn Zimbabwe Publishing House which we had started were all key in the initiation of the book fair in various ways, and I mention among them notably Charles Mungoshi, who was then a ZPH director; and Taine Mundondo, who became the marketing director and later, as you know, was for many years the Executive Director of the African Publishers Network (APNET) where she worked tirelessly to promote publishing in Africa. She is now at Zimbabwe Women Writers and I hope she is here with us today. I’m sorry to mention you Taine, I know you’re not old enough to have been involved in book publishing for 30 years, but neither am I! We started young…
The Zimbabwe International Book Fair has had its ups and down over the period, and in many ways, it is a miracle that it has survived. However, that miracle, in my view, is human-generated, based on the vision and hard work of the publishers and writers among others, and those who continued the work and expanded the fair. I hesitate to name names because I will certainly miss some, please know that you are included, but I must mention in chronological order, the book fair directors, including Anne Knuth, Hugh Lewin, Trish Mbanga, as well as all of those who later formed and lead the Zimbabwe International Book Fair Association, including Greenfield Chilongo of ZimCopy who organized the book fair for several years under very challenging circumstances, and later Dr Carelse and Musaemura Zimunya as mentioned earlier, and Ruth Shato, the events coordinator, your sterling work is recognized and appreciated. The support of the local publishers and writers has been essential in keeping their book fair alive and growing …
Thirty years is a good age for introspection and reflection on where you have been and where you want to go. The book fair is no exception to that, and I want to offer you a short closing thought that essentially sums up what you are doing, and confirm that this continuing vision was the vision of the founders of the book fair….
I hope you can draw ideas from my presentation, and dust off the archives and see what gems you can find there. Moving the book fair around the country to other cities was always a dream and it is now a dream that you have made into reality. Having a permanent home with year-round organizing staff with long-term planning capacity was another dream, now reality. The achievements are many, you have come a long way….
Moving with the times into technology and digital publishing is essential for the survival of the industry, or we will lose the content battle for young African hearts and minds who want to know who they are. That is a challenge not only to the ZIBFA but also to the writers and publishing industry. Sustaining and strengthening all of the links in the publishing chain right through printing and distribution, is important to us here in Zimbabwe, where this vital, competitive publishing industry is admired in other countries who do not have this luxury of working together to develop education and youth, literature for children and adults, and Reading…
We must all continue to write, publish and communicate, as noted by the founder of ZIBF, David Martin, to “increase understanding, cooperation and development in Africa”.
+ This  was presented on 30 September 2013 at the ZIBF Indaba in Harare. We reproduce it here with the author’s permission.

 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Tinashe Muchuri reads Ignatius Mabasa's new novel


Bhuku: Imbwa yemunhu
Rakatisikiswa neBhabhu Books mugore ra2013
Munyori: Ignatius Tirivangani Mabasa
Vhenyenguro: naTinashe Muchuri

Kutenga/to buy: +263772278171
Sezvo zvichinzi murume haadonhi netsvimbo imwe, Ignatius Mabasa adzoka netsvimbo yake yetatu kuzoruka tswanda yamazano kune vane nzeve dzinonzwa dzichiturira pfungwa dzichichengeta.

Nekumwe kutaura zvinonzi potsi kana piri haarwirwi, asi tatu. Akapotswa netsvimbo yekutanga yainzi Mapenzi neyepiri yainzi Ndafa Here, neiyi yetatu inobuda nemumharidzo yake iyo yakaumba nganonyorwa inonzi, ‘Imbwa yemunhu’ haangapotswi zvakare nedama rakanaka.  Munyaya Imbwa Yemunhu mune murume anonzi Musavhaya, kana kungoti Musa muchidimbu, uyo anoti ane kusasimba pamberi pedoro nezvipondamwoyo izvo zvinosakisa kuti ade kuroora mudzimai wemuridzi anonzi, Juli. Murume waJuli anonzi Richard anoita zvemadhiri achisiya imba yake ichidhirika. Nyaya inotenderera zvakanyanya pavaviri ava vanoti, Musa naJuli kunyange zvayo ichizopota ichipinda muhupenyu hwavamwewo vanhu, vehukama, vekukereke pamwe neavo vaisanganikwa navo munzvimbo dzokutandarira dzakaita sedzekumwira nedzimwewo dzakangadaro.

Imbwa Yemunhu, ibhuku rinoburitsa pachena umhizha hwaMabasa hwekuda kuyanika pachena matambudziko anowanikwa navanhu zuva nezuva mukuedza kuraramira nyika nezviri mairi. Izvi zvinojekeswa pachena neapo Musa anobatsirwa namai vake pamwe nemukoma wake kuroora Hazvi, asi iye asina rudo kana hanya naHazvi. Anogozviitira kufadza hama dzake nenyika inomuseka. Richardwo anozviita apo anoroora Juli kuti angova chishongo chepamba pake kwete mudzimai wake. Izvi zvinoratidza kuti vanhu vanoramba vakabatirira pazvinhu zvinoodza mwoyo yavo vachitya kuti vanhu vanozotii. Kukungura ndiyo hwaro hwebhuku raMabasa idzva iri.

Chiiwo chinobuda mukukungura? Juli anokungura kuti dai akawana zvake murume anenge Musa asi iye atova pamusha paRichard, Hazvi anokungura kuti dai asina zvake kugara aziva baba vake, Richardwo anokungura kuti dai akagara asina kubvuma kutengeserwa nhamo dzenyika achinyeperwa achinzi ndirwo rugare, mudzimai wemutungamiri wenyika anokungura kuti dai murume wake akabvuma kupinza vaRungu basa rekumuchengetedza ingadai asina kusangana naMusa kugehena, Simon Chimbetu anokungura kuti kudai mazuva ayo aive panyika akawanawo mukana wekuudza vanhu nezvekukosha kwaMwari, mukoma waMusa, Hamu anokungura kuti kudai asina kumbobvira aroorera Musa, Hazvi, zvinova izvo zvakaita kuti azonyara Musa atiza muchato. Chinombove chii chiri kuita kuti vanhu vose ava vakungure kukungugra nokukungugra?

Imbwa Yemunhu ine nyaya dzekukundikana, kushaya simba rekurwisa zvinorema kana zvimwe zvinhu vanhu zvavakazvisarudzira voga. Musa ane nhamo nekurega doro. Ukamubvunza kuti wakamanikidzwa here kunwa doro unonzwa achiti haana. Musi waatanga kurinwa rakamuvavira asi haana kumborirega zvake. Akaramba achishingirira kusvika zvino ava chikorwa chedoro, asisagoni kurisiya. Nhamo yekuzvitsvagira! Mune zvakare rudo rwekunyepera, rudo rwechokwadi. Mune kurambana kabisira. Mune umbwa, kusuwa, kuchema, kurwadziwa, huroyi, hudhakwa, hupfambi, uye nzara yehupenyu huzere nemufaro.

Mabasa akagona kuruka rungano urwu kuti muverengi aone kufunga kunoita munhu muhupenyu hwake. Kufunga kuya kusiri kwekunyepera asi kuya kwekuti uchiverenga bhuku unosvika naMusa pane dzimwe nzvimbo dzaakasvika nokuti wakambodzisvika, kana kuti uchiri kutotandarirako. Unochema naye nokuti zvinomurwadza zvakambokurwadzawo. Unobva wafungawo nhamo inowanikwa navana vanomanikidzwa kuroorwa navarume vavasingadi nokuti mumhuri mapinda nhamo. Unoona nhamo inowanikwa navanasikana yekubatwa chibharo navabereki vavo. Unowana nhamo inowira madzimai kana asina kuroorwa apo vanenge vongozvipotsera kuti chero vangoitawo murume, kwete nokuti vanomuda asi kungoti vangovewo nemunhu anonzi murume wavo nyika isavaseka. Zvose zvichiitwa mukuda kufadza nyika, seapo Hazvi anodemba achiti dai Musa angobvuma hake kuti ave murume wake. Zvakare unoona kushata kwenyaya yekubhinywa apo Hazvi anoshaya kuti otaura kuti chii kana asangana naMusa semukomana nemusikana vanodanana. Kuti tingati Hazvi aiona Musa sababa vake avo vakamubhinya?

Imbwa Yemunhu rinofumura zviito zvehama dzepedyo zviya kana mumusha maita ngarara. Vanoisiya yakadaro sekusiiwa kwakaita baba vaHazvi apo vainge vabhinya mai vake. Mai vake vakatya rufu rwekutyisidzirwa izvo zvakaita kuti zvakare mwana wavo azosangana nedambudziko seravo. Kudai mai vaHazvi vainge vadura bhinya iri ingadai neimwe nguva Hazvi asina kuzosangana netsaona yaakasangana nayo, kukungura.

Chinonakidza mubhuku iri iro rinova renyaya yaMusa nokutsvaka kwake Mwari, harina kuita sedzimwe mharidzo dzatinoti kana waiona woti, munyori anopenga, sei achida kuti nditevere kereke yaanopinda? Iri bhuku rakanyorwa nenzira yokuti wese munhu anotsvaka Mwari atsvake nokuwana Mwari ari mukereke chero ipi zvayo yaanopinda. Juli aipinda Roma, asi Musa anomukurudzira kuti awane Jesu Kristu ari mukereke yeRoma iyoyo. Iyewo hake Musa ainge awana Mwari pacrusade yakaitwa nekereke yeAFM asi haasi kuti munhu wese amutevere ikoko. Izvi zvinoita kuti bhuku iri rinakidze kune vose vanotsvaka humambo kwekudenga muhondo yavo yekurwisana nemadhimoni akavamonera.

Muno buda zvakare hondo ine munhu apo anenge achirarama panyika. Hondo nemweya yakaipa iyo inoburitswa samadhimoni kana vanhu vachienda kukereke dzechiKristu asi zvichivawo mweya yetsvina kuchinamato chechivanhu. Izvinodura pachena kuti hapana munhu ari murugare. Munhu wese panyika ari muhondo. Hondo yekuda kusiiwa neizvo zviri kumumonera. Izvo zvacho zvinoita kuti mudhara Bhobho acheme kana achinzwa rumbo runoti, ‘Shauri yako.’ Nokuda kwehondo dzatinadzo muhupenyu uye kugona kurukwa kwakaitwa rungano urwu iri ibhuku rinogona kuverengwa nemunhu wese zvake zvisinei kuti unoenda kukereke kana kuti hauendi. Nhamo dziri mubhuku iri dzinobata munhu wese uye mibvunzo inobvunzwa naMusa mibvunzo inobvunzwa nemunhu wese mupenyu kana yasvika nguva yekutaura nezvemweya.

Uchibata bhuku iri unotambirwa nemufananidzo uri pabutiro wembwa yakasuwa, ine kumeso kunenge kwemunhu. Imbwa ine chiso chinenge chemunhu? Zvinoreva kuti kana munhu akachengeta imbwa pamba pake inogona kupedzesera yava savatenzi vayo kana kuti munhu ndiye anopedzisira ava sembwa yake. Zvinogona kuva sakiso Musa achizorota ari mukati meimbwa zhinji mubhawa kwaChikwanha, agokwira mukombi inembwa, agoona mutambo wembwa, imbwa dzavaporofita dzinorwerwera rute imbwa dzechikadzi, apo anozoti, ‘Humbwa nehumbwa pamusoro pehumbwa.’

Chidobi chinoshandiswa naMabasa chekurota pamwe nehupenzi chinoita kuti asazvisungirira pamanyorere nemafungiro ake. Chidobi chinomupa kodzero dzekupinda munzvimbo dzinonzi pavi dzisingagonekwe kusvikwa neruzhinji rwavanhu kana rusiri kurota kana kupenga. Nzvimbo dziya dzinonzi kumazivandadzoka apoteyo manhenda akadzoka, asi iye anosvika achidzoka asina kana kavanga zvako. Chidobi ichi chinoburitsa kunaka kwekurota uye kupenga. Hakuna anorambidzwa kurota uye hapana anogona kuzvirambidza kurota ari pane dzimwe nzvimbo dzaasingagoni kusvika masikati kwakachena. Kurota kunopa munyori kutambanuka mundangariro dzake achinobata pavi. Ndizvowoka chakatendera Musa kunosvika kugehena uyewo neuko anozopiwa mwoyo waMwari uzere nerudo nehunyoro, kanawo apo ano batana maoko nemudzimai wemutungamiri wenyika vasina kupfeka. Kurota kana hupenzi hazvina matyira. Kunokufananidzwa nehutungamiri hwegwara regutsaruzhinji, iya inonzi dhemokirasi pachiRungu. Hakuna muganho. Kunopa munyori gonero yekutaura twese twaanoda mukutsiura pamwe nekuyambira. Ndiroka basa remunyori.

Chimwe chinobuda murungano urwu kunyora nemutauro uyo asingaiti makwikwi nawo, achishandisa kutaura kuriko mazuva ano, kwakaita sekuti, ‘ndeipi yako,’ nemamwe akadaro. Izvi zvinoita kuti uwone humhizha hwemunyori. Zvakare ruzivo rwakashandiswa kusanganisira mashoko ana nyanduri, vaimbi nezvemubhaibheri zvinobva zvabudisa pachena matauriro anoita vanhu vechiShona apo vanenge vachitaurirana nyaya. Ndiyani angazorega kutevera rungano runopa kudyidzana kwemunhu nenharaunda yake, tsika yake pamwe nehupenyu hwake hwezuva nezuva uhwo anenge achiedza kusiyana nahwo kuti atwasuke? Kushandisa ruzivo runowanikwa munharaunda yeZimbabwe senziyo dzavaimbi vakaita sanaJames Chimombe, Simon Chimbetu, navamwe vakadaro uyewo mazita avamwe vanhu vanorarama muhupenyu hwedu akaita sanaOliver Mutukudzi, Memory Chirere, nevamwe vakadaro, zvinokurudzira kuparadzirwa kweruzivo rwevamuZimbabwe kupasi rose. Chinova chidovi chakanaka kudyidzana nepfungwa dzavamwe mukuumba uvaranomwe.

Murungano umu Mabasa anotokonya pfungwa dzomuverengi kuti azvitarire aone uye agozvibvunza kuti handina kufanana naMusa kana vamwe vatambi vari mubhuku iri here? Handisi imbwa yemunhu here? Ndirikutandanisa mufaro here kana kuti nhamo? Ndiri kutevera chokwadi chichandipa mufaro here kana kuti ndiri kutevera kusuwa? Upenyu chii? Imbwa yakatsamwa here kana luti yakapfava asi ichizotsenga matovo? Zvinongoda kuti munhu azviverengere ega agozvionera ega kutapira kwerungano urwu.

Bhuku iri rinosimbaradzwa nemitsara iri apo Musa naSekuru veMabvuku vanoona mumwe mupostori achiteremuka achisvetukasvetuka kubva mugomo ndokusvikomira pavari achiti kuna Musa, ‘Muchinda ndine nyaya yako.’ Musa obva ati, ‘Taurai henyu.’ Sekuru vanozoti asi newe wave kupenga here muzukuru?’Chiregai ndizorore ndisati ndava imbwa yemunhu.

+ Tinashe Muchuri is a Zimbabwean author, journalist and storyteller.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Reserve Bank Deputy Govenor, Kupukile Mlambo reads Footprints in the Mists of Time


When I received the request to write a foreword to Footprints in the Mists of Time, a tour de force novel recently written by Spiwe Mahachi-Harper, I hesitated, wishing to disqualify myself from such a mammoth undertaking.

Beyond being just a consumer of literature, what could I, an economist and a banker, have to say on any literary work, especially this particular one, I wondered. I had been privy to earlier drafts and had seen the manuscript transform into a novel that one Zimbabwean writer and critic, Memory Chirere, has dubbed Zimbabwe's longest novel to date in any language. To write a foreword to the novel was, however, an entirely different matter, yet I was also conscious of the great honour bestowed upon me.

The novel, which is essentially about labour migrations in Southern Africa can be read through multiple lenses. There is an extended debate, often couched in broader economic, political and social terms, on the causes and effects of migration on the receiving and sending countries.

Spiwe Mahachi-Harper contributes to this debate in novel form and tells the story of the lives and experiences of migrant workers at a mine in Southern Rhodesia. It is a story told through the voices of four generations of migrants from Nyasaland. For Spiwe, herself a Zimbabwean living in Great Britain, the story of migration is more than economics and politics. It is above all a human story. Migrants are people with dreams, desires, hopes and plans. Their struggle is a common human struggle, but one that is lived and experienced in foreign lands, with all the attendant challenges of alienation, loss of culture and crisis of identity. Migrants lead exilic lives suspended between home and away, always mentally projecting the geography of another space separate from the one they physically inhabit.

Nobel laureate, V.S. Naipaul has written about this sense of exile, isolation and loss of identity in A House for Mr. Biswas, a story about a descendant of East Indian migrants who were brought by the British to Trinidad as indentured labour. Mr. Biswas exists on the margins of society, and is in a constant search for identity, acceptance and independence, and the house represents all these; a yearning for a place called home.

Similarly, Spiwe's characters endure lives carved out of marginalisation, alienation and disdain. In their new adopted homes, they are looked down upon by their white employers and never really accepted by the locals. When Dhairesi, the free-spirited grand-daughter of Bhaureni the patriarch immigrant, falls in love with a local Shona boy, Tatenda, she has hopes of marrying him one day. She is soon disabused of any such ideas by her own community, and even more brutally by Tatenda's aunt, Amai Moyo, who makes it clear to her that Tatenda's family would never accept a daughter-in-law "who has neither a totem nor acceptable roots."

Running through Footprints in the Mists of Time is the theme of culture and identity. The migrants at Patchway Valley Mine live at the cross-road of cultures. They hail from different countries, tribes and clans. They also have to contend with the dominant local Shona culture. While the older generation of immigrants resist assimilation and do all they can to retain cultural purity, the younger generation yearns to conform into dominant as well as trending cultural idioms. The result is cross-cultural and intergenerational conflicts.

Spiwe captures the complexity these cultural conflicts and identity crises in the life of Dhairesi, the spirited grand-daughter of the patriarch immigrant. All Dhairesi yearns for is to emulate local Shona girls, have a Shona name -- and Fadzai is the Shona name she adopts for herself--, fall in love with a local Shona boy, and not have to practice the dated rituals of her people, such as initiation into womanhood or being forced to shave off her hair in honour of the dead. She wants to follow a culture that she and her young friends call "isimanje-manje" or modernisation. The result is all too familiar.

In the end Dhairesi cuts a tragic figure, accepted by none and rejected by all. Her Shona friends refuse to call her by her adopted name, her community treats her as a freak, lumping her together with the disabled and the mentally unstable, and her wish for marriage to Tatenda ends in rejection and disappointment. She yearns for acceptance, independence and identity but finds none.

The novel is not only about hardships, conflicts and shattered dreams, it also about hope, determination and the future.

Spiwe closes the novel with the voice of Mavhuto, the great grandson of the patriarch immigrant, who left his Nuhono village in Nyasaland and travelled many months to the mines of Southern Rhodesia. Mavhuto demonstrates that same spirit, a determination to break with the past, and for him it is a determination that transcends everything. It is a spirit born out of a realisation that this adopted land that they inhabit, the new Zimbabwe, is also their own. Mavhuto does not need to go back to Malawi to trace the histories of his people because this piece of earth beneath him is his own patch as well and from it, he will trace the footprints of his people through the mists of time. From this patch of earth that he has claimed as his own, he will make other destinies for himself and his progeny, his own footprints in the mists of time.

Spiwe is a talented story teller. Zimbabweans will be familiar with her other works, such as Echoes in the Shadows or Trials and Tribulation, all told in lucid language and in gripping tones. In Footprints in the Mists of Time, she gives an honest voice to migrants, allowing them to narrate their hopes, their pain, their despair and their dreams. It is also our story, a human story in this era of globalisation and human movements.

Kupukile Mlambo, Ph.D. (Econ)
Deputy Governor, Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe
Harare, Zimbabwe, 4 September, 2013