By Artwell Chingwara Sithole| My grandmother used to sit by the fire and tell stories without lowering her voice. “Your grandfather and I sat down first,” she would say. “We agreed we needed more hands in the field. More children. So we chose the second wife together.” That was polygamy then. Open. Discussed. Planned around…
This story is only covered by news sources that have yet to be evaluated by the independent media monitoring agencies we use to assess the quality and reliability of news outlets on our platform. Learn more here.