We are desperate for a leadership that will not tear down houses that they watched us build with our hard earned money. We are getting even more desperate for affordable education and medical care.
Every time I heard about prisoners, I always developed feelings of hatred towards them and believed they are right where they deserve to be. I was one of the people who believed that criminals should pay for their crimes in the hardest of ways because of the discomfort that they cause in society.
The death of someone close to us is always hard but doubly so when it is a young person. When that person has committed suicide then it just compounds all the emotions.
Patricia’s husband died while her two kids were still young. Nyasha has a younger sister who wrote her grade seven last year. Her in-laws did not want anything to do with Patricia and her children once her husband passed away. They made it clear that the rejection was because of Nyasha’s condition.
Nine pushed her opponent to the ground, straddled her, pummeled her face, then grabbed a handful of weave and started banging Six’ head on the ground. Six was immobilised and reduced to screams.
‘I own four cars because of gold,’ he says.
‘I left Harare because I realised I would suffer and die with nothing there, some rush to Harare, they don’t know that the real wealth is here in Shabanie.’
It seemed as though the area had been declared a zone for the exclusive use of lovers wanting to get physical with each other. Openly smooching, the young people seemed unaware that they were in a very public place.
As a blogger, I have accepted that there will always be three kinds of people who read my work: some will love it; others will hate it; and still others will be indifferent… occasionally an Internet troll will step on to my platform and shout