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.
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 have remained
And I’m Sadza