Now is the time for our youths to make themselves visible. Now is the time for our youths to make themselves audible. We, as young people, are a city that is set on a hill, and we cannot be hidden. We cannot light a lamp and put it under a basket. Instead, we place it on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house.
The time has come for our young people to start up sustainable businesses. The time has come for our young people to occupy the corridors of power. It’s time to steer our ship in the direction that we want it to go. We have the demographic advantage. We have the energy. We have the ideas. We should learn from the example left by the young people of old, and take the initiative. We should be bold and daring to embark on new ventures.
Last week, veterans of the 1970s liberation war came out in full support of President Robert Mugabe. The president does not have to be an athlete, one newspaper quoted them as saying. They want the president to run for office even if he is confined to a wheelchair.
Do you think physical fitness is essential for good leadership?
It appears there are two front runners to succeed President Robert Mugabe. After the expulsion of former Vice-president Joyce Mujuru, new Vice-President Emmerson Mnangagwa has been widely seen as the frontrunner. However, there’s a new player in the game: First-lady Grace Mugabe.
As the race for supremacy in ZANU PF intensifies, it remains to be seen who will emerge victorious. Cartoonist Watson renders this tension in his inaugural cartoon for ilizwi263.
Who do you think is best placed to succeed President Mugabe, the First lady, or the Vice president?
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But always that image of my home remained in my mind, called out to me in my dreams. The picture of Jacaranda blossoms floating down onto the car as we drove on our way from church, of the fountain at Centenary Park shooting jets of water into the air as if daring the heavens with a display of their majesty. The sound of laughter with my friends as we wandered aimlessly through town on the weekend. Images of a past gone by, morning memories of forgotten dreams. Memories that I try to search for as the bus arrives in the City of Kings from Johannesburg. It’s been sixteen hours and not for the first time, I wish I could have afforded the money to fly all the way. But such is life; regret is for those who have the luxury of living in the past.
As a result of these conflicts, I personally find myself in a place of contradictions.
I was raised in a Christian home and went to Catholic school where religion was our daily bread. Qualities such as humility, meekness, submission and subservience are values which were instilled to become part of my very being. If ever I intended to have a good marriage, these are values I was advised to stick to. Anything contrary to this would be against God’s will.
As I have grown, however, I have become more and more consumed by the desire to be heard, to make an impact and to fight oppression and gender inequality. ‘Silent’ and ‘submissive’ are two words that do not quite describe me.
And yet, I still love the Lord.
It sounds discordant to identify myself as a Christian feminist. But that is what I am.
And yet, a lot of ways in which women are portrayed in the Bible upset me. Women never quite seem to have any autonomy and they appear to be more of ‘supporting acts’ in a man’s world. For one, no woman wrote any of the 66 books in the Bible. Did God speak to men alone?