by Ropafadzo Mugadza | SunSun, DecDec, 2018201820182018 | Life
Boshemia columnist Ropa is in conversation with her two housemates about their experiences of growing up in single-parent households.Isabel sips her hot chocolate while Diana eats toast. ‘Are you gonna use our names in it then?’ Diana asks. ‘I’ll use different names.’...
by Ropafadzo Mugadza | WedWed, NovNov, 2018201820182018 | Nonfiction
Tim Johnson My aunt and uncle found my brother standing outside the coach station. Naked. His body rattling like wind chimes in a storm. A year later my sister and I were stood in the same Johannesburg coach station. He left it with nothing but his life. We were...
by Ropafadzo Mugadza | MonMon, OctOct, 2018201820182018 | Nonfiction
by Ropafadzo Mugadza. Ropa writes of her childhood friend and coming of age in Zimbabwe. Photography by Dari Depriakhi. ZBC was the only channel that was left on Zimbabwean television, unless you could pay for cable. All day long they played propaganda. Most of...
by Ropafadzo Mugadza | SunSun, MayMay, 2018201820182018 | Nonfiction
CW: In this piece, Ropa writes about her experience of childhood in Zimbabwe where she witnessed police brutality and violence against women in her neighborhood. My sister and I were walking home from an all-night service at church. It must have been sometime in...
by Ropafadzo Mugadza | FriFri, FebFeb, 2018201820182018 | Culture
I believe that to some degree, I was a feminist from a very young age. I grew up in Zimbabwe and something that I remember clearly is that me and many other young girls resisted the ideals that the culture restlessly encoded within us. The idea that boys had more...
