Ela Gweja- That Foreigner


*Ela Gweja – That Foreigner.

We catch up with Nyasha on his spur of the moment journey to Cape Town. That day after he left Small Street for good, his intentions were to go back home, but on the way to buy the bus ticket to Harare, he found himself buying the train ticket to Cape Town. Again no one was waiting for him when he arrived at his final destination. Knowing no one, coupled with the fact that he was penniless, Nyasha found himself living on the streets of Cape Town, sleeping under the bridge and surviving on food from refuse bins. After three months of destitute, Nyasha moves into the townships of Cape Town, were he experienced first-hand inhuman living conditions that the majority of fellow black African people lived, as the story progresses, we see how Nyasha had to raise from the gutter, shack off the ‘cheap dirty dog blanket mentality’, he worked all sort of menial jobs including cleaning dog poo, and was subjected to racial and xenophobic related discrimination, got mugged many times and paid unlegislated Street Protection Fee. Against all odds, we see Nyasha working his way from a mere van assistant, to run the department, from the streets of Cape Town to an Award Winning Writer.

Gweja – is an insulting word used to describe a foreign national, ela gweja directly translated means that foreigner. Usalikhumbula na ela gweja? Do you still remember that foreigner?

Paidamoyo Gerald Manomano
Cape Town 2021

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In due time – He SHOWS-OFF!

Life is happening,
Agreed; it has no formula,
But one thing for sure,
Together we shall stay firm,
Fully knowing;
There will always be a mountain to climb,
A river to cross,
Dark forests to pass,
Enemies to defeat,
INJUSTICE to fight,
Adjustments to make
Covid 19 to deal with,
A fancy mask to dorn,
Vaccination queues to join,
Social distance to keep,
Virtual hugs to give,
Friend requests to accept,
There is a calling to answer,
And a HAND-UP to give!

Somedays the sun briefly appears,
Some nights the moon smiles,
A breath of fresh air,
Every half a chance given,
Give many thanks for life,
Don’t take it for granted…

BELIEVE IT in you;
We will SURVIVE,
The CREATOR loves people;
BE CONTENT with His seasons,
In due time,






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Vuyo- unedited extract


It was a beautiful morning though everything was just like a scene from the movie Roots; the part when the white horsemen had captured Kunta Kinte, you remember how they amputated his other foot…

We watched Vuyo being humiliated, he tried limping away but got trapped by the hosepipe he had been using to hose down the remains of the dog shit, the small granules the spade had failed to scoop.
The hospipe had made something like a hangman’s noose, Vuyo tried to side step it, unfortunately for him his damaged foot stepped right into the O of the noose and the obvious happened; he lost his balance and found himself on all fours. Gsant kicked him on the exposed behind. Vuyo tried to wriggle away but only managed to accidently remove his shoe. I bet you, Vuyo would have never revealed his halffoot to strangers. You got that right. Vuyo’s foot was sworn off in half, that explained the leg drag and lack of balance. I couldn’t help myself but imagined the other half and its five toes…
The sight of Vuyo’s half-foot was just hideous to be honest.

I started wretching, anger had pushed up the enzymes from the pity of my empty stomach. I was disgusted by myself for not standing up for a fellow African brother. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Almost everyone there had turned their eyes on me except for Gsant- for obvious reason, he was looking for another angle on Vuyo’s exposed body to plant his steel toe shoe; and Fingers who was doing a kind of walk of shame but not so obvious, he hid his actions by lighting up his cigarette and started puffing away the thin blue smoke into the morning air. Fingers started walking torwards the perimeter fence.

The stares said the unsaid words;
“It should be you!”
I felt their hatred, they wanted me beaten too. I was actually the easy target, being a foreigner and all. One thing for sure, I was going to fight back; at that moment, I really had nothing to lose; my fellow back brother, was just a heap in the dirt, a fully grownup man, tears flowing unchecked down his cheeks. Beaten up by another man, For a moment there,  all I could see was a red mist. I shook my head a bit to clear my vision; when the blood had cleared from eyes, I found myself looking into Gsant’s blazing eyes, he had sat his eyes on me, maybe he thought I was push over. He tried to hold my stare but then Gsant had never been in a staring competition with Hendrix, I had. I did not blink, my eyes drilled holes into Gsant’s and they came out at the back of his skull. Gsant looked down at Vuyo who was now busy wrapping his half foot with a dirty cloth and sobbing like a small child with his head hang on the side; begging for mercy. It was a sight. Gsant stepped on Vuyo’s undamaged leg and went inside the house.

All of a sudden the spectators took they leave, morning entertainment was over. I was left with Vuyo, without a second thought, I tried to help him up, I shouldn’t have..
“Fokofu inja, nguwe undibetisayo, kuteni ufika emsebenzini early kanga?”

*unedited extract from my upcoming 2nd book; Ela Gweja- That Foreigner Paidamoyo Gerald Manomano ©️2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣1️⃣

My favourite colour

You see, green is my favourite colour, thanks to my childhood life; the pastures and some other green stuff like vegetables; you guessed right, Caps United FC is my favourite team.
So my Wife got us some new toothbrushes, three of them; hers in orange colour, daughter’s in purple and mine in green.

As you can see on the image; mine is in the middle. I don’t know what made me want to brag or maybe I just felt the need to make a conversation, not that we lack topics; not with my daughter involved; she is that type that helps things with a song or a whistle, yes sometimes she sends me WhatsApp audios, the longest was the one I chowed 75 seconds worth of data, listening to a whistle. Sounds like funny and sweet right? Wait until you don’t respond to the chat, in the evening you will find yourselves having a conversation, “I was busy…” no longer works; “You took lunch right?”  Okay she is turning 12 this year.

Just showing that we are a communicating family. Wife doesn’t disppoint too, the woman got lines I tell you; “Muri zera revanhu vakuru BaKudzi…” Ofcourse I know I am my age. No, I don’t say that aloud; a sure way to develop covid symptoms. Conversation material there too, I will have to explain to my daughter what that means, “It means ndaamunhu mukuru.” Curt answer for obvious reason.
“Ofcourse you are a grown up man, but why is Mummy reminding you that?” Next topic please.

As most of you know, I rarely let an opportunity to say something pass, breathing alone doesn’t cut it for me I tell you. “Look at mine; it’s in the middle.” I say showing my daughter the package. She urges me to go on, ofcourse she knows I love the sound of my voice, I think she enjoys listening to it too.
“It means, I am your protector; you and your mom, it’s like I am hugging you guys you see?” A top speech there I tell you.
“Okay, but I remember that time when I was scared at night I slept between you and Mummy. Maybe we are protecting you.” Eish, it’s just toothbrushes in different colours, I felt like using the purple one, but then decided to go with my favorite coulor.
Could not help myself;
“Mbavha mbiri Jesu pakati, mbavha mbiri Jesu pakati…”

#staysafe #maskup #stayblessed #GodIsInControl 

Those other promises, what became of them?

God, I am still here; not that you need a reminder but I just feel I should let you know, not that you lack knowledge of my existence or that you are not aware of my heart’s desire.

God I am here, I know you see me but I feel that maybe just maybe, the sound of my voice can make a difference. Not that in your presence I need enhancers, whether I am shouting or that my voice is coming from the latest pa system; You hear my words before I have even said them.

God here I am, I know you knew of my existence before I entered into my mother’s womb. My insecurities make me feel that I need to announce my presence. Please forgive me, you know I have been left behind before, right? I know you were there with me, just that then I could not see your invisible presence.

God, please forgive me for doubting you and your ways. Sometimes I tend to want to finish your work, I have fired those you had employed for the job and replaced them with those with no experience at all, now I cry foul because of my own doing. May you please fire the ones I hired and replace them with the ones I fired? Surely the ones you had hired knew their work; slow for my liking though and say with them keeping the plan to themselves. I promise not to fire them again.

God, please open my eyes, in my shortsightedness; sometimes I see an opportunity as an entrapment, I see a friend as foe, family as enemies, cheerleaders as competitors, a blessing as a curse…

God, you know how I struggle interpreting your intentions, kindly nudge me towards my destiny. On second thoughts, pull me by the hand, I tend to be sidetracked most of the times. Let me utilize even half a chance, though I know you don’t do things in halves, with You there are no gray lines at all, it’s a yes or it’s a no.

God, just asking; those other promises, what became of them? Please erase them from mind if they are not from you. Surely it’s promises like those that corrupts my judgment, hence pleading with you to rehire the workers you had employed. But then, maybe in due time…

God, in faith I ask, please give me strength as I trust the process!

Appreciating more…

Trusting the process
Keeping the faith
Living the faith
Hoping for the best
Working on archiving set goals
Learning from mistakes
Being accountable
Being responsible
Owning up to my mistakes
Hungering for more
Changing the narrative
Winning against odds
Staying positive
Writing still
Climbing still
Knocking them doors
Persuing them dreams
Appreciating more
Doing more
Hurting nomore
Paining less
Hating less by each day
Staying true to myself
Taking what I must
Leaving what I don’t need
Hustling like a natural
Laughing still
Smiling still
Taking one step at a time
Healing is a process
Praising the Giver of life
Praying always

Ngoni; Twenty-Three years later…

Engneer Tashayawedu, my high school mate, here we’re; twenty-three years later 🙌🙌🙌

Thank you so much Mate, I appreciate your kind words🙏🏽. I am so glad that you enjoyed my book, more exciting is that there is more coming.

The squeal to the first one titled #ElaGwejaThatForeigner, is a complete manuscript already, with God’s grace, you might not be waiting much longer ☺

You are a blessing Mate 🤝🙏🏻https://www.instagram.com/p/CGx3TrrjyuI/?igshid=1bef7g0s3ue9t

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