Keeping up with the state media is a real drag, but sometimes you get a couple of gems to keep you sane. We might not be in the fast lane, but Zim is slowly catching up to the rest of the world in…acceptance.
Liverpool beat Arsenal 4-1 in the Premiership on Saturday!
Zimbabwe yakaoma – we all know this. We’re at the stage where if you don’t jump around, duck-and-dive, shuck-and-jive on a regular basis, you’ll die of hunger my young friend. Fortunately for some, the “down-turn” has presented The Bachelors a unique opportunity for…ahem…exploitation.
It’s Saturday. It’s a real scorcher here in Hahaharare- what I like to call a naked day. Aside: it doesn’t help being naked alone, but that’s another conversation!
It’s that simple; the Pakistan cricket coach was murdered. And I know who did it, too.
Make pithy comment about Zimbabwe losing to Ireland at the cricket World Cup. Take witty pot-shots at the whiskey-fuelled executive. Sign off with angry snarls…
So there I was, sipping on an ice-cold Windhoek Lager whilst lounging on the sofa watching the BBC, when this news item caught my attention: Zimbabwe police seal of a suburb of Harare and fight running battles with…
Oh dear, we knocked Barcelona out the Champions’ League; whatever next?
I was planning a braai for my old schoolmate from the States for this past Sunday. So I went to Bon Marche Supermarket and looked…
So I hear someone’s talking about me. To call him a friend of mine would be a real stretch, but I believe (well, believeD) we had a civil relationship, and I’ve never expected any less than good company and the occasional beer out of it. But no. Black people always have to feck it up.
Tell me; should I even bother telling you about my weekend? Cos it was, you know, the usual stuff with the usual suspects…dorps Friday, rugby and football on Saturday, chillin on Sunday. Yeah, Sunday, the Dumb African Football Show! Okay, done to death.
Liverpool 2 – 1 Barcelona. Suck on that, you sunsafbichis!!!