Not a week passes by without me hearing a story of a mukuwasha who got up and said no, thanks but no thanks, marry your…
Any church that puts “NO MORE SHIT” on a banner is a church I would love to attend. Too bad it’s in Ghana, otherwise I’d…
Zimbabwe is politically immature. Unfortunately, this immaturity translates to insult laws, and the proscription of lawful assembly and the free dissemination of ideas. It means…
One of my favourite TV shows of all time, The Weakest Link, ended for good earlier this year. I’ve always loved Anne Robinson; the way…
Yeah, this jogging shit ain’t working. I need to get drastic. Waking up at feckoff-past-five in the morning isn’t the problem. Getting up is. It’s…
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…
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.