Forcing wheelchair users to have to constantly look for assistance from strangers perpetuates the dangerous and false stereotype that using a wheelchair renders a person incapable of taking care of themselves. The notion that wheelchair users are charity cases requiring assistance from the society is untrue and is far from the reality.
March 29, in 2008, in that booth where my vote was my secret, with a smug smile and self-satisfied assurance, I put my imprints proudly on to the candidate many of our citizens were so convinced was our Political Messiah. Whether this was actual or notional was another story But Morgan Tsvangirai was unarguably the man of the moment…
The baby’s head had been trying to come out for quite some time, I was afraid we were going to lose the baby because the mother kept on squeezing the head. So I eventually told her to push and it was so freaking scary. l was crying the whole time (cont)
So you can imagine my initial thoughts, on December 23rd, when I walked out of my gate and saw a man begging a white motorist for a few Rand. Immediately I noticed that his English had the Shona accent…
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.