No Men Allowed

My earliest memory of masculinity date to my childhood years in rural Shurugwi. I remember that whenever the family would gather (for weddings, funerals or Christmas) there would always come a time for men. Chests puffed, shoulders squared they would gather into my grandmother’s kitchen (funny the kitchen proprietor was rarely on the guest list). Seated around the fire, with the eldest of the Son (my father) at the head of the round room followed by his younger brother and so the sitting arrangement went. The array ended with the youngest recruits, my brothers, who sat on the ground near the door. It is always interesting to me to observe the level of power, authority and respect being packed in one room. Continue reading “NO MEN ALLOWED”