Monday, May 18, 2015

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FOREWORD
Most little girls grow up wondering about love. They read magazines and romance novels, watch TV shows and have long, sometimes tear-filled, conversations with their girlfriends searching for answers, or at least a clue.
As wonderful, fun and helpful as all those external sources are, clearly, they aren’t enough. After all, in some way, you went looking for another oracle if you found yourself here. I’m glad you did because I want to assure you that this book is not another “How To” advise guide that you will end up tossing into the useless book pile. Because this book is going to change you.
You are about to discover your inner Vatete.
Vatete comes from my African culture. You say it as Vah-TEH-teh. Vatete is Shona for the grand, village “Auntie”; an experienced woman who is a hybrid of a shaman, priestess, sex expert and therapist. Her knowledge is passed down from generations of wisdom and experience to help her women find love and joy in their lives. And I believe that deep within every woman is a Vatete waiting to be heard.
As a young girl growing up in Zimbabwe, I had the great privilege of experiencing the rite of passage from girlhood to womanhood in the traditional way.
When a young woman comes of age she is taken into isolation for a season of up to several weeks. During this time she will be taught everything from a task as seemingly ordinary as how to keep her body clean. She will be instructed that her first period is a private and scared thing and that no one should be able to tell when she is having her circulation. She is instructed on how to conduct all domestic duties from keeping the home neat and tidy to preparing meals. A lot of these lessons are not brand new but childhood lessons being reinforced. The ceremony involves a lot of playful teasing from the older village women who will make fun of her swelling hips and breasts and tease her about how soon all the young men in the village will be pursing her. She is told to be of good virtue so as to not let her family’s name down. This includes but is not limited to not having male friends and going on dates with a chaperon. Above all she is told that her virginity is her biggest asset and only to give it to a man who has earned her hand in marriage and has being approved by her family. The lessons extend to how to be of good posture, talk to adults and show respect to her mother in law to be. Then she is left with Vatete to ask the more intimate questions on love, sex, men and dating.
When I sat down with my sister, who is my best friend as well as my business partner, to discuss the idea I had for this book, we decided the best way to inspire women around the world was to share our secret: Vatete! She and I laughed until we cried recalling our experiences with our village Vatete, and how everything she taught us remains a valuable tool.
In Finding Your Inner Vatete: Secrets Your Mama Didn't Tell You But Your Best Friend Should, I share the combined dating experience of my “love tribe” – a sisterhood that includes not only my sister, but our best friends as well. Our stories are told in a cheeky, modern, pop-culture-addict, magazine-junkie, digestible way. I want you to have fun reading this book. The last thing you need is a long, boring lecture on what you’re doing wrong when it comes to love.
The unique point of view of this guide is not based on clinical studies that live in the lofty, safe haven of academia. Instead, consider my love tribe to be the guinea pigs, and our real lives to be the laboratory. We have tested every theory and made every mistake. With that and the pearls of wisdom our Vatete shared with us, we can share what we’ve learned about love, sex and dating. We call that our “V Knowledge”. “V Knowledge” comes from our inner Vatete in hopes of awakening yours.
We pray that at the end of Volume 1 of the Naked Truth Series that you will have discovered your inner Vatete. Let her be your inner voice of reason. Let her take the place of your untrained gut instinct and help you develop a deeper intuition. Your inner Vatete will equip you with the ability to navigate the capricious and often treacherous waters to finding true love.
We guaranteed you that by the esoteric wisdom of connecting to and developing your inner Vatete, you will finally find true love.




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Friday, May 15, 2015

Born Without Borders A Faith AutoBiography by Chiedza Mavanmgira



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By

Christopher Broek






A fragrant breeze of fortune was blowing from the golden Savannah and over all the land. They were women toiling in the fields both with sweat and tears and praying for a bountiful harvest. They were those shaking bones and twigs and casting them onto the heaven of earth and searching to read in their constellation of chance the things which the future might hold. They were old women with deeply lined faces flesh tar paving roads to the past with visible scars as the sign posts to everywhere that they had being. Sunken eyes that had seen too many things through the decades. Rough hands that both praised God and stole. Chapped lips that told lies, professed love and prayed for better days. These were the illegitimate ways of the times. An anorexic dream had taken over a nation which was bringing a great and mighty beast of colonization to it's knees. It was the ending of an era and the scramble of Africa and Rhodesia was on the brink of her Independence into Zimbabwe. 

These were frugal times when a man must choose to pick up gun or spade. One purchased him a field of harvest and the other purchased him his freedom. The task at hand was a covert war with phantom soldiers...the guerrilla forces were growing exponentially and beginning to cause a real and present threat to the soldiers of Ian Smith. All hell was about to break loose but this was the calm before the storm. 

Amia Peanut had named her son after her favorite spread. It was not unusual for children to be given random English names like Pretty-Girl, Remember or Remove. One poor soul was even blissfully and ignorantly named Damages. The villagers enjoyed the sweet sound of this new and peculiar Language of , as they called them behind their backs, the men without knees. The arrival of these men had not being a surprised to the villagers at all. To the Contrary it was the very specific prophesy of the Great Spirit Medium Nehanda. One for which she had paid dearly with her life. The reward of her martyrdom was that it was the last missing ingredient that those sons of revolution needed to stir their spirits to full blown action. The sweet cries of victory were silently brewing in the hills. The intoxicating vows of freedom were the drunken courtship and dance between the villagers and their freedom fighters. The "Bhakoma" would wander down from their hiding to participate in the the "Mupungwas" with the villagers. Here over dance, food and beer those who plowed the earth exchanged the fruits of their labor for the promise of a brighter future.

Indeed these elephantine promises would all be kept. It would be other less monumental ones which would be broken. Here in simple and hopeful times would begin a journey which would end oceans and continents away in another country. Dreams would be realized, hearts would be broken but above all God would be discovered. He would be seen in the face of strangers and heard in the voices of the poor. He would as in old days part the seas of opportunity where they seemed to be no way. And he would walk amongst us as an unexpected true friend. 

This story is not to sell you on FAITH this is something you must encounter on your own. This story is not to prove to you that there is a God. God is a state of being when one reconciles all the irreconcilable aspects of their life under one forgiving umbrella that some call grace. God is a sense of responsibility for problems outside of our own narrow scope that incites actions that leads to once conceived impossible change. God is the experience of traveling halfway across the world without money and a bag full of dreams and navigating through all of lives challenges to realize a tender dream. I no more expect you to believe in God than a blind man to believe in color. God does not live in a church but some men who know him go to churches. Only you can allow life to open your own heart and eyes to the vivid nature of the extraordinary synchronicity of chance.

I wrote this story for one purpose alone. To remind you that there are no borders that one cannot cross. Geographical, Political, Emotional, Social, Economical, Spiritual, or Metaphysical there is nothing which can hold you back under the sun once you give yourself the permission to be. The challenge of writing this book was how to share all my truths and still feel whole. The things that shame, The things which I regret, the things for which I can be and will be judged for. It was a paralyzing fear which has held me hostage and resulted in the gestation period of completing this book been similar to that of an elephant multiplied by 4. Ridiculous at best yet precisely the reason I have now finished my story.  

If I can salvage one dream. If I can give one person closure. If I can inspire one brilliant mind to make a difference in the world then that will be my God. The God with an invisible hand who has helped me with great patience to rearrange the seemingly broken pieces of my life until they came together in a picture so beautiful not even a Van Gogh or Michelangelo could rival it. 

May the masterpiece of your existence like the scales of a piano that range from the highest notes of pleasure to the lowest notes of pain finally be rearranged through cognition into the breathtaking symphony that every life is meant to be.

Chiedza Mavangira

Born Without Borders

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