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An African white wedding ONE time in the village, long before independence, there was a wedding. We ate so much beef, chicken and rice. Then we danced to gramophone records alternating with the drum and hosho until we collapsed from exhaustion. The bridegroom, Bhudhi Robson, was my father’s brother’s son, meaning he was my cousin, just like Piri was my cousin too, though in Shona we do not call anyone cousin. We are all brothers and sisters. Bhudhi Robson was a policeman in Salisbury and his bride was called Emeri from Chiweshe, a place way past Salisbury. Emeri was going to be our first sister-in-law, our muroora. It was in the dry season in August and we did not have to work in the fields. So we spent two weekherald.co.zw/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=81281:an-african-white-wedding&catid=85:sekai-nzenza&Itemid=159#.UbHQN211gdV
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 12:25:17 +0000

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