MUGABE IS BIG BROTHER – 1984

Long before Big Brother UK, Big Brother Africa, Big Brother here and Big Bother there ever graced (or disgraced...either one applies) our television screens with a revolutionary reality TV concept, Big Brother was in actual fact created in 1949. He (Big Brother of course) was conceived when Eric Arthur Blair (GEORGE ORWELL) had a fling... Continue Reading →

A ZIMBABWEAN CHRISTMAS

Many among my readers do not even know WHAT a 'Zimbabwean' is let alone know WHO a 'Zimbabwean' is. The name denotes a nationality or citizenship of a little teapot-shaped country in the lower parts of the continent with the cursed name of 'Africa'. Sometime in the recent past I swallowed a bitter truth that... Continue Reading →

A SILENT MIND KILLS

That slimy pulp of tissue between your ears cannot function without functioning. The mind was meant to be used; when it stops working you lose your humanity. Note my graciousness to Science by stipulating the non-functionality of the brain as the loss of one's humanity and not the end of one's life. Reference is made... Continue Reading →

A PLEA TO THE YOUTH

While cleaning my bookshelves I came across an old little book with the boring title, "Prague Spring: A report on Czechoslovakia 1968" written by an obscure historian by the name of Dr Zbynek Anthony Bohuslav Zeman. I was genuinely taken aback by the parallels in the Czechoslovak uprising and our own Zimbabwean situation. I was... Continue Reading →

MY FAVOURITE POEM

The Scholars (William Butler Yeats - 1917) Bald heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love's despair To flatter beauty's ignorant ear. All shuffle there; all cough in ink; All wear the carpet with their shoes; All... Continue Reading →

A QUIET RANT

Those moments when you look over your shoulder and see those crossroads where you took the wrong turn. That sordid feeling of rue that rouses you from amity; pacific bliss that only sleep can bestow. Agony becomes your only friend. When the morning light pierces your very soul; a soul ravaged by despair. That perfect... Continue Reading →

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