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ARM Partners collaboration of UK-based, Zimbabwean born female writers. A partnership of three authors, who hav

10/08/2020

Back in my home country I had become a widow at a very young age. The economic situation was getting worse. Shelves were becoming empty, fuel queues getting longer and longer. From the outside it looked like everything was all good, yet I was hurting inside. I just but managed. This was the bearer cheque era, I just got by and managed to get my cranky Mazda vehicle to take me from point A to B. I don't know how I would get fuel for that little car. I guess you learn how to wrestle a vehicle to the front of the queue. But at one point my vehicle just stopped in the Avenues area when I was taking my Mum for an important hospital appointment. I felt helpless at that time.

Hyper inflation was biting at that time. Thanks to a Church project which would give food to orphans and widows. I benefitted from the Church handouts as well. Church members also contributed to the fund. Then one Church elder took me to one side and said to me that some members were murmuring that they would contribute if WEALTHY looking widows were not beneficiaries. I just kept quiet. You know keeping quiet is ingrained in the Zimbabwean culture I think. You want to speak but you don't. You want to say your piece of mind to your Church elder or to anyone of influence when you see things going wrong but you don't, or else you lose your share of handouts or 'favours.' A lot if things were going on. The famous Murambatsvina (Cleanan Out Trash), elections etc.

But I remember well this one incident round about election time. Me being a 'wealthy' looking 'widow' with a house and lodgers (maroja), I heard a knock on my gate. I went to check who it was, and of course it was campaign officials from a certain prominent party. Then they asked for the man of the house, and I responded that he wasnt there at the moment. What I meant was I did not have a man in my life at that time. To my surprise they just walked off and said "we will come back to see him later on, please pass on the message." I was just gobsmacked and will never forget that incident. So the story goes...... (more in Ruth Pink's biography)

15/03/2020

Just to encourage someone out there today, especially writers and motivational speakers! Please do not underestimate the work that you are doing. I've read a lot of inspirational stories from women, and many a time I hear that voice of being inadequate or some degree of low self esteem because of something that happened to us and left us with scars. Dear writer, whether you are a man or woman writer, you are doing a great job so let the world be the judge of the impact that you've made. At times the world or society does not tell you the impact that you've made, people are not always kind, they will say hurtful things, yet deep down in their hearts they admire your achievements, they admire how you've succeeded against all odds, and even draw inspiration from you. They are probably applying your ideas to their daily life, to help others, to raise their families or even applying your principles at their work place.

What am I saying: when you write or speak, you pour your heart out and feel empty at the end, that is normal because you are giving your all to the world. You drain yourself and feel empty at the end, do not despair, you've done great, at times when you inspire someone, it doesn't seem tangible. People will hear you in your book, listen to your speech and go and think over what you said. You are probably inspiring someone in another part of the world, someone you've never met or seen. At times do not seek approval from those around you, because they might not give it to you. At times 'the prophet is not accepted in his hometown.' Start with the few who accept you. Writer / speaker you've shown a seed and you might not physically see the fruit of what you seeded, but you have made an impact that you are not aware of. Its like a preacher preaching the word of God. They preach and froth week in week out, they might lose their voice trying to convince the congregation. Then at times they make an alter call - noone turns up. They get discouraged, but one thing they know well is that a seed has been sown. People have heard the message, they will think over the word and change their ways. For some they need to hear the word over and over again, until that time they decide to make a turn around. 'Faith comes by hearing....' so the word says.

So when you feel empty and drained and feel you haven't done anything useful, please be not be discouraged, that is exactly how you should feel. You have given to the world, emptied yourself to the world, therefore you feel drained. At times you feel your manuscript or book is not good enough, and at times people will tell us in our face that it's a 'rubbish' story. At times we feel we are inadequate in ourselves. Then we get so scared or embarrassed to publish our books thinking we are not good enough, or our English is not good enough. Writer, books have been translated from one language to the other. Also leave the grammar and spellings to your editor. And in this digital age, the computer will do the first corrections for you. So as writers, let us learn to use today's technology, just get on with it.

So please, let's publish our work, start small if you are afraid to produce that 15 000-word book. 'He or she who never tries never fails'. Collaborate with other writers, mix with like minded people / writers. Write a letter to your local paper as a first. Newspapers are always looking for new writers and new stories. There is always a lot to write about: potholes in your neighbourhood, anti social behaviour, conservation issues, cultural issues, or your cockroach-prone President etc. You are a writer, a speaker, God will work in mysterious ways, if you feel drained, in a week, one or six months, you will feel replenished and ready to give something to the world again. Let's not bash or criticise ourselves, we are doing a good job as writers, we are achievers. The impact is to society and not to us. How many people managed to put pen to paper and come up with something tangible like a book or motivational speech? Let's get on with writing. I for one am waiting for inspiration from other writers, society is rich with stories, please let's get them out, and let's not be afraid to write.

My name is Ruth Pink: I've written a book called 'Being a Woman in Africa.' Get in touch with me if you need a copy ❤

17/07/2019

A blast from.tbe past............Just thought of sharing this with all members of this page. It's adapted from an internet post, please share with women in your lives. Although the writer talks of '10 things every woman should have in her purse or handbag,' I have adapted the article and changed one or 2 things.'
1. A little bit of money - for emergencies - do not run completely dry.
2. A woman's product - (I'm being polite but you know what I mean - you never know!)
3. Something for pain relief - your usual brand of pain killers
4. A pen
5. Emergency contact info: name of person, relationship, phone, address - crucial when you are unable to speak for yourself; and a form of ID
6. Pepper spray or an alternative like a can of deodorant. To quote the writer "this modern 'weapon' is non-lethal but effective in stopping the bad guys in their tracks." I have had 3 serious incidents in my life where pepper spray would have been handy.
7. A tiny pair of folding scissors if you can get one - in the event of a wardrobe malfunction.
8. Hand sanitizer if you can get some, I think this one is a luxury - I would say on this last one be aware of your surroundings, observe a bit of basic hygiene; and learn to think quickly and adapt.

I hope you are enjoying reading our books 'Being a Woman in Africa.' Tete Vols 1 & 2, Shina

Pleas take note of changes, everyone
19/05/2019

Pleas take note of changes, everyone

When we move to the Diaspora, how much importance do we place on other languages that we speak? Do we teach our children...
28/03/2019

When we move to the Diaspora, how much importance do we place on other languages that we speak? Do we teach our children other languages & beliefs from the countries we came from? What are our children's responses? Food for thought!

Please save the date...Next stop Essex...😍😍😍😘
17/03/2019

Please save the date...
Next stop Essex...😍😍😍😘

03/02/2019

Seven months had passed since Noma's arrival in England. She wasn't coping too well with the Great British weather. She had acquired a cold during the first week she landed at Heathrow. She felt 'rough.' Her feet felt numb all the the time as her first trainers to own were now worse for wear. She hadn't earned a penny of her own yet, of the British currency, to buy warmer shoes. Yet she had imagined that England's streets were paved with gold. As she reminisced whether it had been a good idea to join her friend in England, the local 417 bus which she was waiting for, flew past her. She had forgotten to flag it down, now she would be late for her late night shift at the Mega Shopping Mall. Her body shook violently for a few minutes. It was freezing cold AND her manager at her newly found job did not take lightly to those who came late, and were still using 'African time.' If she lost this long found job, where would she get another one? It had been a struggle to get this one. She had borrowed her airfare to England, and now her lender was hard on her heels, wanting his money back. As she pondered over these thoughts, another 417 passed by again, she hadn't noticed that half an hour had passed........ could this be NOMA's DIASPORA NARRATIVE???? .......to be continued

26/01/2019

MY FACEBOOK STORY by Mirriam Kwenda Mutize

I prime, I paint
I coat, I smother my face
I plaster it with concealer, to cover impurities together with all my emotional turmoil.
I smear a smudge of foundation, adding an over lay
I add contouring to hide even more imperfections.
What I choose to highlight is of my choice.
And with a paintbrush, I powder my face, masking even more blemishes, that micro beads could not rid of.
I draw my lips red to forge a white smile.
Finally, my mask is complete
My gleam, radiant deep gold dust mask, fully on,
I step out with my head held high,
I step out hiding behind my perfectly applied mask.

Only I KNOW my inner turmoil, the battles within, challenges threatening to over-spill, yet I continue to smile, my cover, my concealer, and my forged smile will keep everyone blinded to my true story.

by MKM

(extract from My Journal Reflections - how real)

This is what today's meeting (26th of January) was all about.

Our objectives on this day 26th January 2019, a week from now, are;1. To learn new things about Sexual Health,  Domestic...
19/01/2019

Our objectives on this day 26th January 2019, a week from now, are;
1. To learn new things about Sexual Health, Domestic Abuse/ violence and Mental health
2. To share ideas and experiences about life in diaspora
3. To learn more about Organisations around us
4. To mix and mingle
WE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE YOUR INPUT. JOIN US ON THIS DAY.

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