Check out this Valentine’s day poem from Isabella Matambanadzo, who fights the good fight in Zimbabwe and understands the importance of good underwear. Here’s how it starts, just to give you a flavour.
I dressed for the occasion.
Put my cute fanny in lace nickers,
Gave my breasts some serious gravity (EJ Win always
says wear new, matching underwear on important days,
that’s why she got me stuff from Bravissimo)
But my name was not there: Not on the voters roll,
where it had been 5 years ago. Vanished. Disappeared.
My name was not there.