Behind The Camera
I was at Reps Theatre watching the Pantomime - Sing a Song of Six Pence and I had arrived early expecting it to be fully booked. Well the house was half empty and as I had gone with my son he had a really fantastic time. Sue Evans who plays the Witch Watt and is also my sons drama teacher - so excuse me if I am slightly biased - had an incredible make up. Read more
Will rise
Ruthless Dictators
Psychological spectators
In this drama
Unmoved by a white mama’s cry
As she watches
Her farmer son die
Murdered by misled youths
Was veterans my ass
They pour on the land
Like leeches on my black skin
Sons of thieves
With government guns
They kill with no remorse
I feel a sense of lose
We can never be
What we were
When we were a people
Years from now
Our children
With tears in their eyes
Reflecting on our history
A sad story
From my heart
I am truelly sorry
For my brothers killing the farmer
They are blinded by greed
So they commit evil deeds
Oneday the spirit of the dead
Will rise
Bring misery to the nation
And their future generations
Sugar Daddy!!
Daddy Time with Rebecca
Of late I have been spending a lot of time working on a website www.eatout.co.zw and this led me to lose out on quality time with my three children Jared, Rebecca and Cassandra. On Monday I decided to spend a little quality time alone with my daughter Rebecca - I fetched her from school - something her mom usually does. We then went for lunch - or more accurately I went to have lunch, Rebecca just wanted to have ice-cream and chocolate sauce. To make it a little sweeter she wanted to sprinkle sugar - now I usually wouldn’t agree and I can see you cringing at the thought. She made those angel eyes and of course I said Yes!
This was all happening at Theo’s Coffee Shop - which I know as 167 on Enterprise Road. Rebecca then decided that she wanted to put her feet in the swimming pool and she said “Oh! please Daddy!”. The shoes and socks came off and there sat a thirty something business man in the middle of the working day barefoot in a public place with his daughter.
No matter what anyone says it was absolutely worth it.
Joseph
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…
For my country-folk: I’m proud of you
For all of you who yearned for freedom
Even when God seemed to have forgotten our basket case
I’m proud of you
For enduring ceaseless pain and deferred dreams
For running deep into the darkness in search of being
For the smiles and laughter
That bloomed under torture like flame-lilies
For singing freedom’s chorus in tyranny’s face
Even though you were whipped till you bled & stamped with
Black boots and beaten by fanged boys in green camouflage
I’m proud of you
For keeping your head up
For being true to the blood of our martyrs Read more
Is Tsvangirai a cash baron? Are you?
I hope so. Not the money hording, forex trading, street dealing kind - the ‘ethical kind’. Either way… I’ll show you the four ‘Desperate Cash Baron’ keys I’ve used to get out of some downright desperate and urgent financial problems - quick and easy, without even bending the law!
See, love or hate them, Cash Baron’s can (yes they’re still around) do something that the average Zimbabwean can’t. Get money. These cash baron secrets can get you doing the same - whether you use your powers for good or evil, is your choice. The alternative to becoming a cash baron? Hard work. Read more
Don’t shed a tear
If I die this year
Dont Shed a tear
It was my turn
like seasons change
They’s a reason for my demise
Never to rise again
Feel the rain on my skin
Pain heals Read more
It’s all coming back to me now
Usually when I endeavour to recall my early life in its entirety, I find that it is not possible. It’s like ascending a hill to survey the prospect before me on a day of heavy cloud and shadow and seeing at a distance, now here, now there, some feature in the landscape, a hill or some wood or tower or spire, touched and made conspicous by a transitory sunbeam while all else remains in obscurity. The scenes, people and events I am able by an effort to call up do not present themselves in order, there is no order, no sequence or regular progression - nothing , in fact but isolated spots or patches, brightly illuminated and vividly seen, in the midst of a wide shrouded mental landscape.
It is easy to fall into the delusion that few things thus distinctly remembered and visualised are precisely those which made a mark in my life, and on that account were saved by memory while all the rest has been permanently blotted out. That is indeed how our memory serves and fools us, for at some period of a person’s life, when in a rare state of mind, some scenes, people and events maybe revealed to us by a miracle that nothing is blotted out. Read more
On the ark
you guys thanks a milion for such an interesting discussion, I thought i was the only one haunted with the possibility of zimbabweans having a link with the biblical israel!!!!
Phanuel Mverengwi new blog
Please note that I am now blogging at
http://phanuelmuverengwi.blogspot.com
Thanks.


