She cannot let this habit go…



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

their families

and gatherings.

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

About Mavis Chuma

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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