A habit is usually difficult to let go
Especially if it’s estranged in the culture
My name is Sadza.
I don’t play.
This writer tried to let me go.
but could not.
She left the place, where I’m the staple food
then she thought she could forget about me.
but, she couldn’t.
This writer moved from Zimbabwe to the United States,
she and her husband searched for me from among their peers
because among their people, I’m a delicacy
and I represent Zimbabwe
plus I represent them
Who they are
Whenever they gather, they want me
I make their celebrations perfecto
they looked for cornmeal from one grocery store to the other
When they found the right kind of cornmeal
them two were happy
I am their staple food and they make me from cornmeal
When they want to enjoy me,
I am accompanied by MURIWO(vegetables), plus NYAMA(meat)
That is vegetables and meat.
I decide on their agriculture.
decide how they spend their time.
I’m part of their culture.
part of who they are and they love me
habits and culture
Isn’t it the same,
The same with other habits.
Other habits, people have incorporated into their lives.
They are learned, once learned, they are who you are.
I am not bad, I am good, I am food.
It’s painful when habits are not good.
Harmful, but clingy
I ‘m totally different though
I’m good and I fulfill the stomach
I have remained
because they love me
and they cannot do without me :)
I’m from the Zimbabwean Culture. Rich and colorful
And I’m Sadza