The Gospel According to Honorable Wiwa Sikhala

There are moments in politics when words reveal far more than they were meant to. Job “Wiwa” Sikhala, once tortured and humiliated at the hands of state agents, now finds some undivided attention from me for different reasons. A photograph of the retired Assistant Commissioner Crispen Makedenge, frail and visibly diminished, was enough to trigger Sikhala’s sermon in a post on X. He declared that … Continue reading The Gospel According to Honorable Wiwa Sikhala

Everyone Pretends They Don’t Do This. You Do Too.

We all deny it. We laugh it off, roll our eyes, pretend we’re immune. But the truth is simpler and uglier: everyone checks. The likes. The views. The comments. The tiny digital crumbs that tell us whether anyone is paying attention. We cloak it in excuses. “I just want to see if people are engaging.” “I’m checking for feedback.” But underneath the jargon is a … Continue reading Everyone Pretends They Don’t Do This. You Do Too.

The Crowd Is Always Wrong

Follow the crowd, they said. It’ll keep you safe, they said. And here we are: a civilization built on the whispering echo of bad ideas passed hand to hand, like a cheap cigarette that no one dares refuse. The crowd doesn’t think. It imitates. It congratulates itself for being busy while it drifts toward calamity with all the grace of a drunk in a revolving … Continue reading The Crowd Is Always Wrong

Envy

What positive emotion do you feel most often? Every damn morning, envy drags me by the collar.It’s a shove.Sharp, unrelenting.It sees life through a pair of headlights, bulb broken, and still cares enough to point. I scroll.I compare.It’s less about admiration and more like a court summons: “Look at this life. Yours could be this. Or else.” Envy’s no saint.It’s a dockworker hauling the shit … Continue reading Envy

It’s Poverty Professor Mapfumo and Not a Plot

At the recently held University of Zimbabwe 44th graduation ceremony, Professor Paul Mapfumo stood before graduates, dignitaries, and the President. He insisted that his “transformation agenda” would not be derailed by those he claims are launching sustained attacks on him and his administration. It was a dramatic line for a graduation ceremony, but also a misplaced one. For no one is plotting against him. No … Continue reading It’s Poverty Professor Mapfumo and Not a Plot

Why This Year’s UZ Graduates Might Struggle Abroad

The University of Zimbabwe’s graduation this year unfolded with all the usual fanfare. Families travelled from across the country to see their children receive caps and gowns. Students smiled for the cameras, speeches were made, and the air was thick with pride. Yet beneath the celebration, there was an unease that would not vanish with the tossing of mortarboards. This was not an ordinary graduation. … Continue reading Why This Year’s UZ Graduates Might Struggle Abroad

Zimbabwe Air Travel Stuck in the Slow Lane

Earlier Fastjet announced an inaugural flight between Bulawayo and Victoria Falls — four flights a week. Their new Bulawayo–Victoria Falls service is a win. It takes a five-hour, pothole-ridden road trip and turns it into under an hour in the air. The air distance is about 364 kilometres, and a one-way ticket can be found for around USD 135.00, sometimes less on promotion. That should … Continue reading Zimbabwe Air Travel Stuck in the Slow Lane

Tendai Ruben Mbofana is Confusing a Mirror For a Weapon

Views Every few years, whenever crime rates rise, someone will dust off a moral panic that blames the latest boogeyman for our social decay. In the 1980s, it was “Satanic” heavy metal. In the 1990s, it was kung fu movies. In the 2000s, it was video games. Now, apparently, my dear mentor Tendai wants us to believe that violent entertainment is breeding a violent Zimbabwe. … Continue reading Tendai Ruben Mbofana is Confusing a Mirror For a Weapon

The Silent Killer in Zimbabwe’s Medicine Cabinet

Views Walk into any pharmacy in Zimbabwe and you will find them. Antibiotics sold for headaches, for colds, for a sore throat after a night in the rain. No lab test, no prescription from a doctor who has checked if the illness is even bacterial. Just a polite exchange of cash and pills. We are using them for everything, and it is going to cost … Continue reading The Silent Killer in Zimbabwe’s Medicine Cabinet

When Did We as a Society Sink So Low?

Honestly, I’m not sure when it happened. Maybe it was when we started believing WhatsApp forwards more than doctors. Or when “political debate” became a competition to see who can insult the other side more creatively. Or maybe when we decided that the most important thing in life is being seen, preferably in a selfie, preferably with a caption about “blessings” next to a plate … Continue reading When Did We as a Society Sink So Low?