She cannot let this habit go…

 

habit

Habit

My name is  Sadza.
I don’t play.
This writer, tried to let me go.
and could not.
She left the place, where  I’m the staple food
then thought she could forget about me.
but  couldn’t.

Where Mavis comes from(Zimbabwe)

I am their staple food and they make me from corn meal
When they want to enjoy me,
I am accompanied by MURIWO(vegetables), plus NYAMA(meat)
That is vegetables and meat.
I decide their agriculture.
decide how they spend their time.
I’m part of their culture.
part of who they are and they love me

 

Culture and habits

Isn’t it the same,
The same with other habits.
Other habits, people have incorporated in 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

clingy to the extend that some can’t distinguish the habit from who they are

It’s painful, when one learns a habit from a culture
and the habit is  harmful.
Harmful to self, and  to others.
It clings and attaches itself  to the victim

 

I ‘m totally different though
I’m good
I have remained

And I’m Sadza

About mavischuma@aol.com

I love Jesus. I love life. I love people. My life is hid in Christ in God. I belong to God & am seated in heavenly places with Jesus Christ. As Jesus is in heaven so am I in the world. So I am more than a conqueror in Christ Jesus. I am a winner.

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