So my book Behind Enemy Lines and Other Stories has been out for a while now, including the audiobook version which was no easy feat…
Listen, I am so sorry that I unfriended you on Facebook. Maybe we were just never really friends. Maybe it’s because we’ve never actually met.…
The programme for the Harare International Festival of the Arts has been released. HIFA 2015 looks a little light on paper, but if work, time…
It has been a year since I quit my job to work for myself. It has been (obviously) the toughest and most challenging year of…
Looking at me now, you wouldn’t believe I was once a fresh-faced Grade Seven pupil at Hartley Primary school, in mighty Chegutu town. I was…
(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…
Not from the bottle, at least. Like it’s water and you’re a goddamn fish. Like if you don’t take a swig from your Olmeca Black,…
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.