I HOPE this is not going to be too unkind to Zimbabwe’s women as I attempt to highlight the works of women of iniquity; those women who have managed to tarnish the holy name of our mothers.
-Masola wa Dabudabu
There is no reason to attack the good wombs that nurture the nation’s off-springs. Apologies for any offence caused to those forced into this situation by political circumstances.
During my social and business engagements both inside Zimbabwe and outside of her borders, I have seen how our women voluntarily submit themselves to be abused by the men-folk. I have seen girls, so young and so graceful, fall prey to the insatiable desires of adventure-seeking men.
I have seen women, so old with statures that command unparalleled respect, succumb to experimentation with boys who are young enough to be their sons. I have seen worse.
I traversed the streets of the Bulawayo. I saw women hunting for the hunters of womankind.
I saw school girls prowling the streets and boulevards of the city to catch the eyes of both boys and old men. I saw married women seeking other men here and more men there.
I recall the then Barrow Street! It was the place where the game and the adventure were. Women loved to seek part-time fun from unknown lovers along that street.
Younger women of school-going age could be found wriggling their backsides in obscene fashion at Bulawayo’s Under the Sun Club.
It is not an insult to assume that most of those women who enjoyed their sexuality in an obscene fashion are now old and shrivelled.
I do not intend to insult the straight-forward women from Founders High, Montrose Girls’ High, Evelyn High and Townsend High.
I am not for once implying that the mentioned Bulawayo schools did not give us girls and women who just dished their sacred fruit to any man who passed a suggestive comment towards them. There were the good ones as well as the morally rotten ones.
Then there was my beloved Plumtree! I sadly recall how school girls, notably from Thekwane High, Empandeni High and Dombodema submitted to the crafty conquests of adventurous men.
That was sad.
Women were flocking to be bedded by pleasure-seeking men for the fun of it.
I am not at all insinuating that most Plumtree women of my generation were nymphomaniacs.
Plumtree was by and large a town of lewdness and unequalled immorality due to the political situation at the time.
It used to team with soldiers from this or that brigade who had been posted to fight armed dissidents.
The soldiers seemed to be under the spell of some aphrodisiac.
There was sinning everywhere; in the bars, in the streets, behind bushes that barely covered the sordid act and anywhere.
The women gave in easily to men who asked for it. Although the women of Plumtree had a choice to either refuse or agree to sexual advances by the moneyed and the armed, economic hardships made it very hard for them to refuse.
Those sexual associations came with meagre cash incentives that mitigated the effects of a cruel economic situation.
I had the misfortune to work in Masvingo.
I saw some women who had gone beyond the age of pulling male customers compensating for their age by donning school uniforms.
I went to other areas with equal and matching iniquity. I went to Zaka and Jerera. I went to Chiredzi where the women congregated at Chigarapasi Beer Garden. It was really self-dehumanisation of the lowest order.
I also saw the women do it in Mutare, Birchnough Bridge and Nyanyadzi.
I saw them in Bocha and beyond. In Rusape too, our women made it a point to outwit one another when it came to catching men. I suspect that some of the women that are making headlines in politics came from those dehumanising and humiliating backgrounds.
Harare was incorrigible too. I used to visit a relative in Westwood (between Kambuzuma and Rugare).
Garden City was the in-thing for our women. Hotel Elizabeth, Terreskane and Queens were worse! The whole Kopje area was a sad place for womanhood. Then came the Chez Ntemba and other night clubs dotted around the capital.
It would not be enough negative tribute to our women if I do not mention Harare’s Avenues.
Here, our women found it worth their esteem to flash their frontal views to passing motorists. It is not far-fetched to believe that the current crop of politicians consists of men who used to find solace in such women.
It is also possible that some women who grace important political offices might have come through that route.
This explains why the country has had so many funerals. It explains why the populations of cities such as Bulawayo seem to be going down. It explains why those we used to keep as our friends are no more.
It explains why we have so many orphans and yet many more single mothers. It was all because of the original sin. It was all because of irresponsible people choosing fun over life.
This was not about the bravado of rampant sexual relationships, but about the sad effects; HIV and Aids, STIs, population decimations, funerals, losses, deaths, poverty etc. Let us pray that our nation practices safe sexual adventures, as we do not want to see a repeat of the funeral parties of the early 2000.
Masola wa Dabudabu is a social commentator