The Harare International Festival of the Arts was very special to me and mine. Since it was first introduced, I have only missed one edition,…
1. Asshole of the Year That would be me, obviously. I am the self-styled King of the Assholes, so I’ll get it out the way…
So if you didn’t know, we moved house a few months ago. One of the attractions of the new place was the shower. Showers are…
I won’t spend my valuable time rehashing the facts of the FreshlyGround matter. Everything was ready, and they were turned away at the airport. It…
Imagine my surprise when I was alerted to this bullshit right here. Even The Guardian is involved the main culprit. In 2006, at a concert in…
It’s not water, my guys. Say a young man goes out on a Friday night, does HIFA, Symphony, Liquid Lounge and Stars. Say this young…
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Comrade Fatso and Chabvondoka were on the HIFA main stage last night, my friend. The show was awesome, and Zexie Manatsa’s kid was on…
First of all, let me come out and say it – that HIFA opening show was shit. My gosh, I’ve never been so bored. I…
Some of you may know that I went to Rock Down Harare on Saturday, the annual multi-band rock shindig I’m kinda turning into a tradition.…
… I really can’t be arsed. I’ve had a long week with HIFA, and Sunday IS the day of rest. I can barely type, let alone post. Stay tuned.
So isn’t we went to the Coca-Cola DJ Party at HIFA last night.
I love things. And judging by what HIFA showed, I’m not the only one. The people came out in droves: locals from all walks, regional tourists and even a couple of jazz-loving, brandy-swigging Ozzies.