The arrival of a new currency is always a public event, but it is rarely only about economics. The ZiG entered Zimbabwe’s daily life with a mixture of curiosity, caution and quiet fatigue. People lined up at banks. Others waited to see if shop prices would move. Most simply kept using whatever currency they trusted. A new note in a wallet can feel hopeful. It can also feel like an echo of things the country would rather forget.
Zimbabwe’s latest fiscal idea arrives with a simple promise: from January 2026, banks and mobile money operators will withhold fifteen percent on payments made to offshore digital platforms. It is meant to close a gap. The argument is that subscription fees and platform commissions stream out of the country without passing through the tax net, and the Treasury sees an opportunity to capture what has long slipped by.
I’ve finally concluded there’s something suspicious about the human brain. During the day, mine can barely manage basic tasks. Ask me what I ate yesterday, I mostly have no idea. Ask me where I left my charger and I’ll only find it when I get a new one. My brain operates like a lazy intern: shows up late, does the bare minimum, takes long breaks. … Continue reading My Brain at 3AM Is a Dangerous Place
US President Donald Trump says Saudi Arabia’s crown prince knew nothing about the murder of Jamal Khashoggi, which is an incredible thing to say with a straight face. It’s like insisting the sun had nothing to do with daylight. And he didn’t whisper it in some hallway. He said it in the Oval Office. The room where people pretend to be serious even when they’re … Continue reading Oval Office Deals and Dismembered Journalists
Women learn early that wanting something is a liability. Men learn that taking something is negotiable. That is the opening lesson, delivered without ceremony, reinforced without pause.
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People don’t form opinions anymore. They subscribe to them.Thinking is work, and work is out of fashion. Everyone wants ideas prepackaged and ready to post.The modern mind doesn’t chew anymore. It swallow everything and excretes is like worthless shit. Beliefs are now like streaming services: cancel anytime, no effort required. Once, thought was rebellion. Now it’s repetition.People mistake noise for nuance. They think conviction is … Continue reading On The Laziness of Thought
Truth doesn’t set you free. It just sets you apart.
People say they love honesty, but what they really love is reassurance wearing honesty’s clothes.
Lies have manners. Truth doesn’t even knock.
What if the world really were as orchestrated as some imagine (every headline prewritten, every tragedy rehearsed, every coincidence a signal in disguise)? The thought stirs something both dreadful and oddly reassuring. If everything is planned, then nothing is wasted. There’s a script, a purpose, a conductor behind the noise. The horror of chaos fades, replaced by the comfort of knowing that at least someone, somewhere, is driving the story.
There is a special art to sounding grand when saying something quite ordinary. It’s an art Zimbabwean state media has perfected. The latest performance arrived neatly packaged in a ZBC headline declaring that President Emmerson Mnangagwa “has been elected” the incoming Chairperson of the Common Market for Eastern and Southern Africa (COMESA). The sentence feels triumphant. “Elected.” It rolls off the tongue like a diplomatic … Continue reading No, President Mnangagwa Was Not ‘Elected’ To Chair COMESA
They say we are living through a war of the sexes, but if you pay attention, the war feels less like a revolution and more like a stage play. Lines scripted, roles rehearsed, outrage distributed like rations. People take sides as if humanity itself could be neatly split into blue and pink camps. Yet when you look closer, what emerges is not a natural struggle … Continue reading The Manufactured Gender War
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