“NdaiCruiser ndiine jagwa. Ndobva ndaona mai mupfanha vakahagwa!”
“ZUPCO is 50 cents per trip! The minibuses and mshikashika taxis charge $2 for a trip to Rimuka (2km out of town) and $3 to Ngezi. Rio Tinto Mine is $4. I travel to town and back to Rimuka daily, so you can imagine the cost per month”
Dear young lad at the bar – please don’t congratulate my husband for marrying someone in a wheelchair or commend his bravery for ‘not giving a sh*t about looks’….
They tell you that it can’t get lost inside your cervix, but it can travel further up and make removal difficult. So it helps to have strong pelvic muscles to do kegels to help shift it. And if you are overeager about yanking it out, there will be blood everywhere…
Mugabe’s definition of power should not outlive him. As we bury Mugabe, we should bury the intangible ways in which he embedded his way of doing things into the very fabric of our society. Let us bury the cynicism and pretense, the prioritization of appearance over substance, the pursuit of influence and power by any means necessary, the nonsensical massive entourages, the masses at the airport, the cult of personality, the bootlicking, those hideous African prints with a man’s face covering a mature woman’s bosom.
Zimbos (that is us Zimbabweans) have learnt to make a plan, work around, become resilient, all the while making jokes and laughing about the situation. Zimbos are the friendliest people you can find…
I was asked me to pull over to the side of the road. They explained that they were arresting me for the offence. I asked for my ticket but was told that they had no ticket books and couldn’t give me the ticket but would take a fine of $60, $30 for one offence and another $30 for another.
I pray that my generation finds a comparable way to live up to its own mandate. I pray that we find a way to carry a common cause so fierce that it trumps personal ambition, and allows us to find a shared horizon, one that goes above political party, religious, or tribal fealty.
Art is indeed the mirror of society, and there is arguably no artistic vehicle at the moment that is better suited at capturing the experiences of young Zimbabweans than Zimdancehall. However, I think that the role of art or music does not end there. Beyond mirroring, art should paint the vision of what society should become.
Pokello reportedly told them to, “dump their academic degrees and focus on things that would help them break from their current unemployment misery in a harsh economic environment.”