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Since Fungai James published that article about our blog, i’ve had a few emails from Zimba-bloggers asking all kinds of questions about how to start or grow their businesses. Well, most of those questions are answered in Cash Baron Secrets.
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Going round in circles
We are going round in circles, pretending to be on the same team. Will these old men ever let go? Will Nehanda’s dream ever come true? Will this constitution ever get out? Are we just playing games to pass the time?
I have a feeling that we are being taken for a long painful ride…
I did not cry when Michael Jackson died
When I heard that Michael Jackson had died on 25th June this year, I was pained but I did not cry. When his brother Jermaine came out on TV confirming to the world that indeed that Michael was dead that hit me in a sensitive place, but still I did not cry.
Watching the news, I saw thousands of people around the world gather, sing his songs, cry tears for him and dances his moves- but still I could not bring myself to shed a tear. I was so sad that I wanted to cry- but I couldn’t.
I played his music, watched his videos on YouTube, wrote an article about him for The Zimbo Jam and exchanged MJ stories with my wife.
It was emotional- gut wrenchingly so. Then on Tuesday this week, there was the sight of the convoy driving down LA to the Staples Center. I stopped everything I was doing and sat down to watch the live broadcast. No tears still.
His brothers in their dark suits, yellow ties and sequined single gloves. Still no tears. Jennifer Hudson, Mariah Carey, Smokey Robinson and Shaheen Jafargholi all sang their hearts out. Usher cried as he did his performance. There were hugs and tears all round.
Then Michael Jackson’s daughter, Paris, spoke. Unlike everyone else, she did not say “Michael”- she said “Daddy”. That hit home more than I was ready for. He was somebody’s Daddy. He wasn’t just a beautiful voice and awesome dance moves. He wasn’t just a music icon. He was a son, a brother, an uncle, a father.
“Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father I could imagine,” she said, “I just want to say I love him so much.”
She had me at Daddy.
An expert blessed with a curse
I hate life just ask Eve,
I rejoice when souls leave.
When lives end i begin,
I’m a spell my victims are dug-in.
I take souls with expertise,
Flexy bodies i simply freese.
On halting lives i am a chief
I devulge and pounce i leave grief.
You feel me each single day
I will meet you in some way
Whether guns you escaped alive
I’m inevitable when i arrive.
I take you once without a chase.
I am an expert blessed with a curse.
With Joy I don’t cry
God’s love is wide like sea,
Once was blind but now i see.
With joy i kissed the blue sky,
But with joy never did i cry.
Whether i own all silver and gold,
Whether i meet my dead friend of old,
Might i become a King under the sun
My tears of joy don’t sip for fun.
But when my heart is sturbed with words
Tears of anger flock out like birds.
Any words that are inflictious and sarcastic,
Leave my eyes in sorrowfull and pathetic.
Whether i’m promised wings to fly,
Ecstacy and bliss may lift me high
But as long i’m in this earth of sorrows
My tears of joy will never kiss my brows.
Its because food never healed hunger.
All joy is vanity beyond stood anger.
When my joy will forever endure
Tears down my cheek i will ensure
The nightmare of peace and stability in Zimbabwe
I had this dream. I was running down Samora Machel Avenue in Harare. There was this big cloud of peace, stability, media freedom and democracy running behind me. The only thing was that I was not running towards it- I was running very fast from it.
Then all of a sudden I was no longer in Samora Machel Avenue. I was running through a train in London’s Subway.
In my mind I could hear loud screams. “Metropolitan Line! Circle Line! Piccadilly Line! Victoria Line!” Over and over again. I turned- and there it was again- peace, stability, democracy- and it had Morgan Tsvangirai’s face. Read more
