Carl Joshua Ncube takes piracy fight to the streets
Zimbabwean animator and graphics artist Carl Joshua Ncube will from this afternoon live on Harare’s First Street for a week to raise awareness of the seriousness of piracy and to convince Zimbabweans to buy original products to support the artists.
How many coffee shops are there in Harare?
Well, we are trying to answer that question as our quest to list all the restuarants, coffee shops and other great places to eat in Zimbabwe continues.
So far we have listed over a hundred restaurants all over the country. In the coming weeks, we are planning a visit to Bulawayo to talk to restaurant owners there and get as many of them listed on eatout.co.zw.
Oh yes, how many coffee shops in Harare? We don’t know yet, but here is a list of the ones we do know about.
Methodist Church in Zimbabwe invites you
Am inviting you all guys to our Youth Week Program which started yesterday & our theme this year is
THEME : GOD’S KINGDOM - MY HERITAGE
COME, CLAIM & RESTORE YOUR FATHERS HERITAGE WHICH SATAN STOLE FROM YOU!
IN CHITUNGWIZA, HARARE EVERYWHERE WHERE THERE IS METHODIST CHURCH BRANCH AT 6 PM TILL 7:30 PM
Breaking the kombi rules my teacher taught me
Although I went to a ghetto primary school, my teachers strived so hard to teach us what rich kids were being taught at uptown schools formerly known as Group A schools. Somehow they succeeded- in me at least- because I am so different from other people I learnt with. I am in college, am a freelance writer, just finished on my first book and speak with a ‘civilised’ uptown accent. Since I had turned out to be what every teacher wishes of their students, I actually believed that I had turned out all the ghetto genes in me although I still stay in the ghetto. How wrong I was.
I came to face this cold fact after a six month break from public taxis commonly referred as kombis, when I finally hitch-hiked one for the murderous Bulawayo-Harare distance. My teachers had more than thrice given us the five commandments of travelling in a kombi; Read more
Zimbabwe: Queues of Despair
If a Martian landed in Harare, Zimbabwe’s capital today, he would certainly be taken aback by the length and number of human queues.
Like garden worms, the human queues twist and turn throughout the city, blocking traffic as people wait to get a chance to get money from their bank accounts.
The queues start early in the morning and last well into the night. As long as people think there is a faint chance to get a hold of their cash, they remain huddled in the queue.
If anything, human queues have become an additional indicator of the collapse of the Zimbabwean nation state, in particular, the financial system.
Due to a multi-billion percent inflation, the Zimbabwean government is no longer able to meet the paper money needs of its citizenry. Read more
Zimbabwe’s education system endangers students
It’s official: Zimbabwe’s educational system is now in the morgue. The state of our education system is clear testimony to how self-destructive Zimbabwe has become. In a word, Zimbabwe is structurally deficient and in a desperate need for repair and construction.
The idea that we have a generation of young people who are receiving a half-baked education is at best, preposterous, and at worst, downright mindlessly stupid.
The failure of the education sector, like many other sectors in Zimbabwe, is a mere revelation that our country is going down the tubes. And in the process, we’ve become like an alcoholic bent on hanging onto to self-suicidal behaviour.
The picture is grim, to say the least. Teachers have abandoned schools. There are no books in schools. Infrastructure is delapidated, and in the erstwhile so-called elite schools such as Prince Edward etc. standards are going to the dogs. Read more
Another day in the Avenues
A mound of shit sits underneath
a Jacaranda tree with crimson blooms
That flame red beneath the setting sun
The mound of shit sits softly, sprawled
on the hard, stony ground
while a cloud of big, glistening flies hover over it
here and there, taking a quick lick
to the patter of feet, going to and fro. there, the
mound of shit sits at the intersection of sixthÂ
and central avenue as the sun slowly explodes red
into its solitary confinement behind the horizon
blocked by city buildings. soon, another day
in the Avenues goes dark. and the shit stinks.
Hiatus in Harare
I RECENTLY KILLED a goat in the hope of selling the meat for US dollars.
Like many Zimbabweans, I have become accustomed to a culture of trying to make a quick buck to cope with the economic struggles and food shortages. Unfortunately for me, no customers came forward to buy the goat meat.
Now I am cracking my head to come up with another money-making deal that can get me American currency.
The reason is simple: my landlord wants her rent in US dollars. She says Zimbabwean dollar notes are like tissue paper and she has no need of them, so I am left with a little choice but to hassle. Read more.
Greetings to Zimbabwean friends, from Darin Newberry
While I was in Zimbabwe, from 1982 through 1986, as the son of Assemblies of God missionaries David and Cheryl Newberry, I had the opportunity to attend Vainona High School for four years, and attended local churches and periodically participated in Scripture Union youth functions held around the country, through the end of 1986.
I have maintained contact with several friends I met during that time of my life, and I welcome the opportunity to become re-acquainted with others I knew. People do change over time, hopefully for the better, and I anticipate some happy reunions in time to come, with some of you I once knew. Read more
Demons of a Friday morning
They are chatting away in my head. “Let’s do Stars tinight,” says one.
“No! Make that Sports Diner!” says another.
“But hapana mari ka apa maface,” cautions a third.
“We don’t need money. Tinowona yekutamba.”
So I let them fight, knowing that whatever happens I’m going to have a good time tonight. Hoza Friday!
On The Zimbo Jam- Sam Mtukudzi, Owen Chimhare to Be Buried Side by SideSam Mukudzi and his friend cum sound engineer, Owen Chimhare who both died on the spot in a car accident on Monday (15th March 2010), will be buried side by side at Warren Hills cemetery tomorrow.
- Sam Mtukudzi- Condolence Message from National Arts Council of ZimbabweOnce again the arts and culture fraternity particularly the music sector has been plunged into deep mourning by the sudden and untimely death of a music icon in the making – Sam Mtukudzi in a car crash. The only son to Zimbabwe’s renowned musical icon and cultural ambassador – Oliver Mtukudzi. Sam was following in his father’s footsteps. Barely in his twenties, he had already established his own band, the revered Ay Band that had established its own niche market in the highly competitive musical sector.
- Over Speeding May Have Caused Sam Mtukudzi CrashPrimary police investigations have indicated that the car crash that killed Sam Mtukudzi and his sound engineer Owen Chimhare in the early hours of Monday morning may have been caused by over speeding.
- Sam Mtukudzi, Owen Chimhare to Be Buried Side by Side