Up until 2008, Babamukuru was a very strong man. He would ride on his ‘black horse’ bicycle for often long distances. A great farmer, an accomplished builder, a stylish cobbler, and an outstanding iron-smith, he was a very innovative and practical man. Babamukuru was a jack of all trades.
What happened in the month of November was not a overall change in the winning coalition, it was merely an edit, a rejuvenation (how loosely we use the word for youth…Mnangagwa is 75), a restoration of a legacy as the coup executors called it. The coalition size has not expanded. Rather, it has moved in the opposite direction. The triumvirate consisting of the Zimbabwe Defence forces, their civilian reserves in the form of the war veterans, and the ruling party ZANU PF remain in power, only with the role of the party even less diminished. The gun now leads politics. The true power has emerged from behind the throne, and we are celebrating it like the proverbial idiot who claps for a witchhunter, even one who is out to catch his own mother. We have just witnessed the narrowing of the winning coalition, and the closing out of whatever democratic space remained in Zimbabwe.
The rims of her eyes looked swollen and red, like she had been crying. Her hair was chaotic, like she had just been out on a windy day. The multicoloured dress she wore – black, red, yellow, green, white – was speckled with what looked like soup stains. But beneath her harried exterior, I saw a beauty that overshadowed her evident predicament.
This morning I have no headache, I have no champagne hangover and I didn’t wake up with a strange woman’s arm flopped across my chest… (read on)
I didn’t believe Commander General Constantino Chiwenga could pull it off and, up until he upped the ante, after the stupid and provocative statements by Simon Khaya Moyo and that overzealous…
This chaos could have been prevented and the evidence is overwhelming that Zimbabwe and President Mugabe do not fit the role of WHO Goodwill Ambassador.
From a young age I have always had peers looking up to me, or asking me for help in one way or another. This constantly reminds me that I have something that not every young person has…
The Zodwa matter went to the censorship board. I imagine the board members drove all the way to the office in their $30,000 Ford Rangers. I imagine around the oval boardroom table was a neat row of mineral water and Mazoe Orange bottles, for them to sip on while discussing Zodwa’s weighty matters.
I’ve been wondering, a lot, about all that’s going on in Zimbabwe. You read the news, you hear from friends and relatives, and you get the picture. And, naturally, you start imagining the kinds of solutions that could end the cyclical pain and suffering…
In this video, Linda Masarira calls for action from all Zimbabweans to save their children’s future. WATCH