The Tsotso or Abatsotso are a tribe of the Luhya nation in Kenya. They occupy three locations in Lurambi division of Kakamega District. The three locations are Bukura, north Butsotso and south Butsotso.
Described as "a magazine of new writing in Zimbabwe", Tsotso (1989–2001) was published with a mandate to undermine the continued colonial domination of literature. It sought to create a platform where a new generation of Zimbabwean writers could give expression to their experiences through writing and create new contexts for the discussion, criticism and dissemination of their work.
Tsotso emerged from an initiative in 1989, when Baobab Books held a workshop for young and beginner at Ranche House College in Harare. The magazine bypassed traditional channels such as academics and foreign institutes, Tsotso′s editorial team - T. O. Mcloughlin, F. R. Mhonyera, M. Mahiri, S. Nondo and H. Lewis - put out a call for submissions in popular mass media publications such as Parade and The Herald in 1990. The result was a flood of submissions, many by first-time writers with little or no experience. "This is encouraging," read the editorial response in the second issue of Tsotso, "but a note of caution or at least advice is necessary to the young writer." This statement set the tone for what would become the magazine's strong pedagogic praxis.
Every now and then - I wake up
In different rooms
Light a cigarette, strawberry
tea and sing the blues
Somehow I tend to leave behind
the tears and the truths
and just forget- that I
can't get over you
Every now and then it just all
remains the same
We try to move ahead but get held back
in the game, somehow now I'm livin'
in the past
I'm still with you, please don't forget
'Cause this ain't over yet
I'll be here changin' the moods
I'll straighten out my head'n all the foolish things I do
And I'll be here changin' the moods - yeah
Only 'cause I need the time, so I can get back to you
I'll be changin' the moods
Every now and then I seen to do nothing but wrong
I blame it on my pride yet that as such, is almost gone
Every day there's choices to be made
And memories are lingering, the future seems to fade
Somehow now I'm livin' in the past
I'm still with you, please don't forget
'Cause this ain't over yet