The perfect Feya Feya ingredients

I couldn’t resist sharing this witty piece!


Take your memories from the last election out of the oven and let them simmer for 5 minutes. Throw them in the bin.

Don’t over complicate the preparation: use 1 birth certificate to register, not the contents of your (and your landlord’s) entire life. Peel the skin off party politics and massage the real issues that face the country.

We get the perfect ingredients for free and fair elections – not from the Jamie Oliver cookbook – but from a witty Zimbabwean blogger who reckons that we should:

Heat up a pan and place the dreams of the average Zimbabwean in them. Remember where you come from.

Read more on this from the MasterChef himself via A recipe for free and fair elections found on the Kalabash website.

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One thought on “The perfect Feya Feya ingredients

  1. jaredpurdy says:

    Beautifully written, it’s regretful however, that it has to be written at all. I have not been to Zimbabwe for a very long time. I was teaching in Swaziland in 1989, and made several trips up to Zimbabwe while I was there. It was beautiful; post civil war, people were jubilant, happy, healthy, working, food was in abundance, the economy was strong. Zimbabweans had moved on from Rhodesia, into a new era, which was supposed to be one of hope, progress and equity. It was, at least for a while. I hitch hiked all over the country, got picked up by locals, was invited to stay in their houses, eat their food, party with them, it was beautiful, and memorable. I remember being introduced to Thomas Mapfumo and the Blacks Unlimited, and was blown away at the honesty and candure of his lyrics. It was/is revolutionary music, uplifting and keeping a historical record alive, in song. It is no wonder that he lives in exile in the USA. But it’s artists like him, and Lucky Dube that help keep the flame burning. What would Bob Marley be singing about Zimbabwe today, if he were still alive? That is the picture of Zimbabwe that I have in my mind: progressive, peaceful, bountiful. Over the years I have shuttered at the emerging disaster unfolding in that country, and every time I meet A Zimbabwean here in Toronto I am reminded of my time there, when no one wanted to leave because of the hope. It was the youth who transformed Rhodesia into the Zimbabwe of the late 1980’s and early 1990’s, and I believe it is the youth, such as yourself, who will eventually do the same in Zimbabwe.

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