We Built God Out of Fear, Then Forgot the Blueprint
We built God out of fear.
Not love. Not peace. Not cosmic order.
Fear. Crude, elemental, and deeply human.
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Why I Disagree With Nelson Mandela
What public figure do you disagree with the most? There are few figures in modern history as globally revered as Nelson Mandela. His story has become mythic. 27 years in prison followed by a peaceful transition to democracy, crowned by his magnanimous embrace of those who once dehumanized him. Statues, street names, and documentary reels ensure that his image radiates eternal light. And yet, as … Continue reading Why I Disagree With Nelson Mandela
Small Talk? I’d Rather Walk on Legos
There’s a special kind of pain that comes from stepping on a Lego. It’s sharp, unexpected, and deeply personal. Kind of like being asked, “So, what are you up to these days?” by someone you barely know, in the middle of a crowded bank queue.
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No, You Are Not Too Sensitive. The World Is Heavy Right Now
I’m going to say this plainly because I’m tired of people gaslighting themselves and each other just to survive another news cycle: No, you are not “too sensitive.” You are not weak for feeling like your chest is a little tighter these days. You’re not being dramatic for needing to lie down after scrolling headlines for five minutes. And you’re damn sure not overreacting for … Continue reading No, You Are Not Too Sensitive. The World Is Heavy Right Now
What Do I Do to Stay Active in My Community?
What do you do to be involved in the community? To stay active in my community is not simply a matter of physical presence. It is a philosophical choice—to remain engaged, to refuse apathy, and to insist that the small rituals of care and resistance still matter, even when the system insists otherwise. I write. I write with the urgency of someone who knows silence … Continue reading What Do I Do to Stay Active in My Community?
Ecological Conversion as Political Resistance
I remember reading Laudato Si’ not as a Catholic encyclical, but as a manifesto smuggled into the open—one that spoke of climate not as weather but as wound, economy not as growth but as theft. Pope Francis called for “ecological conversion,” but that phrase has always struck me as misnamed. Because it is more than personal transformation. It is political defiance. In a world where … Continue reading Ecological Conversion as Political Resistance
The Bail of a Man, the Silence of a Nation
Blessed Mhlanga is out. After seventy-two days of caged breath and cold concrete, after two humiliating bail denials and a nation’s stunned indifference, a judge has finally decided that the crime of journalism does not warrant indefinite punishment—at least not officially. He was released Tuesday 06 May on US$500 bail. But make no mistake: what has ended is not the injustice. Only the prelude. Because … Continue reading The Bail of a Man, the Silence of a Nation
The Govt Cannot Block The Exodus Of Professionals Through Force
Let’s not kid ourselves. You can burn the letters, double the fees, threaten the nurses, and chain the airport gates if you want—but people will still find a way to leave this crumbling husk of a nation. This isn’t just about migration anymore; it’s an escape. An instinct for survival. Zimbabwe has become a place where dreams go to drown, and the people, God help … Continue reading The Govt Cannot Block The Exodus Of Professionals Through Force
Minister Machakaire Just Discovered What the Rest of Us Live With
I saw the post on X just after 9 a.m., while waiting in a queue for my grandmother’s antibiotics at a local clinic. The power had gone out, again. There was no doctor on duty, again. And someone’s mother was crying in the hallway because she’d just been told to “bring her own gloves.” It was against this backdrop that I opened my phone and … Continue reading Minister Machakaire Just Discovered What the Rest of Us Live With
Who Owns the Future When the Youth Are Just Campaign Props?
I am tired of being a slogan.
Tired of being the glossy smile on a political poster, the ‘youth’ they name-drop when it’s time to chase votes or donors or dreams that were never built for us. I am tired of being the opening act at your summits, the dance troupe at your national celebrations, the one who reads the prepared speech about “hope” while you sip whisky and rehearse betrayal in the comfort of your bulletproof sedans. You wheel us out like ornaments, like cultural seasoning, and then stuff us back into unemployment, depression, or exile once the cameras are off.
Zealous Thierry 