Yes, we all want to feel like we are paying it forward, playing a part in effecting change in another’s life or grooming the leaders of today and tomorrow. In college, it was a curriculum requirement that we mentor a student during our second year of the degree program. One thing I learnt is that mentorship is no walk in the park. If you are already swamped with your own work, it is a challenge to juggle another responsibility. And the personality types of the parties involved must be compati...
I’m sure every now and then, we all are confronted with some questions- such as those below- that only (cis)heterosexual folks can think to ask. The questions which can range from being invasive to downright silly are all rooted in the beliefs taught to us and constantly reinforced by a (cis)heterosexual society.
“Were you born gay or is this a choice?”
I don’t know if I was born queer but I know I made the choice to embrace the feelings I experienced as my sexuality. Growing up, I tried to f...
It is no secret that our nation is very intolerant towards the LGBT+ community. Various reasons are put forward to justify the blatant and, seemingly, unrelenting hatred that queer folks continue to be subjected to. Whenever the issue of this highly marginalised community is brought up, anyone is free to utter vitriol or hurl insults against LGBT+ folks. And with Zimbabwe, being a nation that tends to regard itself as a "God-fearing" one, our hatred raises a lot of questions about the nature ...
Reflecting on the cash crisis in Zimbabwe and the undeserved suffering of its people, Joyline Maenzanise is tired of black activists who idolise liberation movement leaders like Robert Mugabe, but don’t care enough to immerse themselves into the experiences of fellow black people.
Going to the bank in Zimbabwe has become a dread. Each month, I have a day or three when I wake up early and get ready to travel to town. By 5am, I make sure I am leaving home to catch a taxi to town. If it was not ...
Photo left to right: Joy with fellow student Janice Olyn.
My name is Joyline Maenzanise, better known by most as Joy. 2012 marked my third year at TSIBA and second year as a degree student. Best believe, resilience sees one through all these years at TSiBA. And this year was no different!
I love working with numbers because they challenge me to think and I just always had the best marks in my numbers- related courses. When the year started and I looked at my courses for the year, I just thoug...
Joyline Maenzanise, a queer writer based in Zimbabwe, responds to the resignation of the country’s long-serving homophobic President Robert Mugabe.
I must say, I never thought I would see the day when President Mugabe would be removed from office. I sincerely hope that this can only mean the dawn of a brighter era.
The ordinary Zimbabwean has borne the brunt of his tyrannical Presidency and we all hope that his successor will fulfil the promises they are making during their campaigns leading ...
I am writing this letter to you with the hope that you will be able to assist me with my issue. I recently applied for a work visa (after having been offered a permanent job) and it was rejected as the Department of Labour cited that my company can still find a South African to do the role that I was recruited for.
I am a 30 year old from Zimbabwe; I have been in Cape Town since 2010. I finished my high school in 2004 but could not proceed with my education due to financial difficulties. Afte...
You constantly prove yourself to be a valued sidekick.
Our relationship is an opiate I have no desire to kick.
Even if some, for varied reasons, may view it as adulterated or sick.
When I could do with some sexual healing
And the blood in my veins is seething.
When I am ravaged by thoughts of another being
And fantasies increasingly stoke my craving.
When I need to understand what arouses my body
Or during those times when the black dog visits and I am moody.
When, by the murkiness...
Stepping out into the world,
I brace myself for reminders of my anomalous existence.
The questioning eyes which scan my body for clues,
The glances- often quick, most times, long
The murmurs, the rude giggles.
I am made to feel out-of-place in various hues.
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
Even the curious, little ones want me to tell.
Public spaces are a dread.
I pretend not to but I see and hear it when strangers throw shade
I pretend not to care even as the treatment cuts through...
For a while now, I have been haunted by the superfluity of my existence
Of late, my mind has become weary from all the years of displaying resilience
I keep searching and am struggling to find a way out of what feels like a runnel
It is fading, the belief that there is a glimmer of light at the end of this dark tunnel
At this point, I no longer find inspiration in loved ones or ambitions I had
For so long, love received and goals set have worked to keep me motivated
Sadly, that only got me to...
I was born and bred in Zimbabwe. After a turn of very unfortunate events, I am back in the country after having spent seven years in South Africa. I am grateful for the time I spent in South Africa. Being exposed to other cultures opened up my mind and I must say, I am more tolerant, open-minded and less judgemental person now than I was before I left my mother country. Best of all perhaps, is how I have been able to accept my sexuality through being in a place where queerness isn’t as demoni...
I logged onto my Facebook account on Monday the 19th of October, only to see my timeline flooded with stomach-churning and gut-wrenching stories from folks who have been sexually abused. This is not the first time a hashtag has gone viral for allowing many folks to step out and talk about their own experiences of sexual abuse. Remember #ItHappenedToMe on Twitter? Even the #MenAreTrash is centred on the same issue.
So many people have been sexually abused by (mostly) cisgender men. Not a week ...
Religion is complicit in homophobia: What I Wish Theist LGBT+ Folks Understood – HOLAAfrica! | A PanAfricanist Queer Womanist Collective
I was born into Christianity; my mother was one of those people who went to church religiously and that way of living was instilled in us from a very young age. I became aware of my attraction towards women in my late teens. At that time, I did not take the feelings seriously; I did not even think they might mean anything more than just fleeting feelings. I was too busy trying to fit into the heteronormative standards which always felt like a taxing competition with other women for the attent...
Four Times I Watched It, Four Times I Experienced It Differently
If you haven’t watched the documentary, please do.
The documentary hits close to home for many LGBT+ folks. It highlights all the important issues that the community is currently grappling with including mental health. Olly touches on a point that is worth repeating when he says that ‘being gay does not mean you’re going to be sad or depressed’. He gets it right again when he says that there is a link between being gay and exper...
Recently the First Lady of Zimbabwe, Grace Mugabe made headline news after reports of her assaulting the South African model, Gabriella Engels (who was in the company of her sons at a hotel in Sandton) surfaced on social media. Gruesome pictures of the wounded woman have been making rounds on various platforms which can only tell of the magnitude of brutal force that was used against her. Personally, I am not surprised that Grace Mugabe stooped so low. One only needs to pay attention to her i...