(Looking back, I realise I write a post like this every three damn years. It gets kind of depressing, but here goes.) Once again, we celebrate our…
There is suffering in Zimbabwe, whether it’s in the cities, the towns, or that rural village kwaNhingirikini. And it’s far too easy to ignore it.…
Yeah I said it. And I haven’t even been there, either. So the question is, does it suck because I’ve never been, or I’ve never…
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Today marks the 30th anniversary of Zimbabwe’s independence from colonial rule. Today we celebrate casting away the yoke of the hated settler, allowing us to…
So I’m sitting here in my office trying to get some work done, and Bruce is bouncing off the walls with boredom. I eventually convince…
She strained back, arching her body so that her silky black hair almost brushed his legs. He felt her shudder deep inside, losing control one…
So I walk up to the girl at Ballantyne Spar with two sixpacks of Mountain Dew in hand (the fact that I was buying Mountain…
This week Zimbabweans “celebrate” their 27th year of independence from settler rule. Yup, it’s been a whole 27 years since we threw off the shackles of colonialism, and let us not forget our freedom was not granted but taken after a long and protracted stuggle in which many of our gallant sons and daughters gave their lives to return our land to its rightful owners.