Weeping Tomato

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The practice of storytelling is by and large defined by and confined to the parameters established by any combination of several dynamics: space time theme language and genre among them. In </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Weeping Tomato</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> the author endeavours on a surreal sojourn that blends and moves between realms and phenomena that at first glance have no business being juxtaposed and paralleled - and triumphs in so doing.The story reads like Mutsvairo's </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Feso - </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>meets </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Black Panther</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>- </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>meets - Vera's </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Nehanda - </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>meets - Turnipseed's </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A Love Noire</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>; all without losing its definitive identity or becoming overwhelming. It is the story of forbidden love as much as it is one of the African renaissance; a story of the immigrant experience as it is of the hereafter; a story of selfishness self-affirmation and selflessness.</span><span style=color: rgba(80 0 80 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Weeping Tomato </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>is a brilliant story that will inevitably serve as a timestamp in the evolution of the Afropolitan literary tradition.</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>S. Mavima</strong></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Weeping Tomato</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is a startling tale that is both foreign and familiar. Rumbidzai effortlessly interweaves chiKaranga traditions with the tropes of a cold and westernized Zimbabwean diaspora with a masterful attention to detail. </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Weeping Tomato</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> confidently jumps from prose to poetry in a tapestry of rich description and life like characters we've all met. I could not put this book down.</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>T. Ndoro</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Two distant lovers going through intense love for each other through electronic platforms is the most charming technique to this story.  They continue to try to meet each other physically in order to consummate their love. That they are: a post-menopausal woman in the so called first world versus a young motor mouthed man in a violent part of Africa adds pace to this transcendental story. </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Weeping Tomato</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is a work of genius an intensely realistic portrayal of a woman gripped by an insatiable desire for freedom.</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>M. Chirere</strong></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Weeping Tomato</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is life-affirming epistolary fiction that drags the reader into the intrigue fears and conflicting desires of an older married woman wrestling with guilt and the need for freedom from her dutiful conservative upbringing. Her younger secret lover talks of his deep longing for her and she sends him poems in response building a private world that only they can inhabit. Her growing sensuality and desires are described with unflinching honesty and joyful abandon. But how does the otherworldly afro-futurist fever dream that introduces the story fit in? The tragic finale might break your heart.</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>M. Stuart</strong></p>