Local Businesses sponsor “Flip Floppers” Hip Hoppers to go to Cape Town
Members of the Zimbabwe business community have come together to sponsor the finalists of the Zimbabwe Battle Of The Year (BOTY) 2009 Dance Competition to go to the Africa final in Cape Town, South Africa. BOTY is an annual dance competition featuring B-Boy crews from all over the world.
The team representing Zimbabwe is made up of four local dance groups Flip Floppers (Harare), Most Wanted (Bulawayo), Inmates (Harare) and 116 (Harare) that competed at the national BOTY competition held by Jibilika at the 7 Arts theatre in Avondale Harare on the 1st of August. The license for BOTY Zimbabwe is held by Jibilika Entertainment. Jibilika was started in June 2007 by Plot Mhako, with a vision to enhance socio economic development through art especially all genres of dance. Read more
How would you tell the story of Zimbabwe?

If we were to tell the story of Zimbabwe which language would capture it most succinctly?
English?
Ndebele?
Shona?
We believe non of the above. Our answer would be the language of images. We have put together over 3,000 pictures to prove this point.
We invite you to take a look at our new Pikicha…
Writers & witnesses: a writer’s perspective on journeys in reading & writing zimbabwe
Paper Presented to ZIBF 2009 Indaba: Reading & Writing Zimbabwe:
I am told, by both my father and maternal uncle (after whom I get my so called English and Christian name: Stanley- it’s actually Jewish), that even as a boy I used to be fascinated by words written on paper. I would, according to them, pick up any scrap of written matter, whether it be the remains of a book, newspaper or magazine wherever I had found it and lovingly lug it home and put away somewhere safe. Why, they would ask, and I would shrug, saying, I want to keep it so that I can read it in future. This was of course, during my preliterate days. A memory I do have from those days is one of me, sitting on the veranda of my father’s store at Nyangavi Township in Guruve, with a book that belonged to one of my elder brothers, who were already in school, on my lap, a scholarly frown on my brow, lips moving, a finger slowly tracing word-by-word, sentence-by-sentence. This always took the people who came by to shop by surprise: “Mwana uyu akutogona kuverenga?” (“Is this child able to read already?)”. They would laugh when they were told that it was only a ruse on my part, but little did they or myself know that this was a sign of a great passion for reading and inevitably writing that already lay embedded somewhere deep in my blood and would eventually blossom as I grew older. Read more











