When you do get that R30 for itaxi to Sandton you realise you don’t have that good outfit for an interview, your pumps are torn, that white shirt is cream in colour now and that skirt has lost Its blackness; it’s now a shade of maroon. After the interview, you wait… (read more)
A smart aleck once said “if Africa was a bar, Zambia and Zimbabwe would be the two guys fighting over a white girl named Victoria.” (continued)
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…
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…
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)
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.
Years after I graduated from junior parliament, I still wonder how many more young women shy away from governance because the system is not friendly towards them. Defeated, they allow themselves to take the role of chess pawns…
The X that Lobengula used to give authority to the colonisers, the same X that brought “the angel” into a sanctuary he doesn’t want to leave is the same X that can redeem the country.
While I understand our Zimbabwean penchant for making jokes out of our every misfortune and calamity, I want us to stand back and look at this proposition again. We are cheering the antics of a mentally ill person… (continued)