Let’s Talk Justice

When ZANU-PF claimed that tainted win on August 23rd, 2023, using every dirty trick in the book to retain control, a wave of anger and disappointment crashed over me – deeper and fiercer than anything I had ever felt before. Their manipulation of the election was so blatant and so cruel. Heartbreak wasn’t just mine; […]

As I reflect on my past, I am reminded of the wise adage, “what goes around comes around.” My youthful indiscretions, including planting marijuana in Mr. Nott’s office drawer and wrongly framing him as a drug lord, ultimately came back to haunt me. This type of behavior had serious repercussions in my life, teaching me

I am not proud of the person I used to be. Far from being perfect and innocent, my early adult life was characterized by selfishness, recklessness and hurtful behaviour towards others. During the early 1980s , I was wild;  I made many mistakes and stepped on many people’s feet. I was not ashamed at all

When I started realising my potential in the early 90s during the Jenaguru Music Festivals which I had initiated, I began investing in real estate.  I went for houses, flats and open grounds.  I had noticed that many of my fellow musicians who fell by the wayside when their paymasters (the fans) stopped supporting their

In 1983 I voluntarily terminated my Zimbabwe Defence Forces contract in what was commonly called the demobilisation exercise. From 19 Infantry Battalion in Ntabazinduna, Bulawayo, I traveled straight to Harare to start a new life. I started staying in Warren Park 1 renting a 2 roomed house. A year later I managed to acquire a