Dare To Walk

We always have dreams within our reach

Yet somehow the nightmares are always easier to see.

It’s funny how we find our fears easier to believe.

How our vision suddenly becomes blurry yet we saw clearly before.

How our walls of courage and confidence suddenly crumble

Even when it’s the slightest of doubts that has creeped in.

Is it the job of time to heal and fix everything?.

Are we to simply wait and hope that by times miracles 

Some day sooner or later all answers are revealed.

Or should we sometimes act to force times hands.

To push things to happen today that would have only come to life at a later date.

To feign control and dare to make fate our own.

Because if we never tried how would we know?

If we never spoke how could we be heard?

If we didn’t dare to walk we would remain in the same place.

(Image source: @chipochashe_)


Breaking News: A Nation’s Hopes Realized

The day dawned slower than usual as the streets were still punctuated with the sound of the words “Asante Sana.” (Which according to Google translate means Thank you very much but Mugabe had given the phrase a totally different life)

Souls on the streets were still restless from hearing “Goodnight” instead of “I resign.” A 93 year old man with ashy hands that were shaking from just the weight of a paper had just dared to pull off the greatest comeback ever seen. Greater than the Undertaker vs Andre the giant at Wrestlemania 7, greater than Barcelona vs Paris St Germain in the 2016-17 Champions League season. It was as if we were witnessing a real life Frank Underwood, the ultimate mastermind.

Mugabe’s political party had given him a deadline of midday on the previous day. It was resign or get impeached but the old man didn’t seem fazed. He had called a cabinet meeting, he was trying to dissolve parliament, ministers were trying to bribe members of parliament not to vote, he wasn’t going down without a fight. As usual the sources were doing their job, filling us more with confusion rather than information.

I was quietly debating whether or not to delete some of my posts; 



I had said a lot of premature shit to be honest and I was seeing that, “undermining the office of the president charge coming soon.” Yet I comforted myself with the fact that half of the Zimbabwean’s on Twitter would have to be arrested too. But one could always be unlucky especially in Zimbabwe. Just ask Martha O’Donovan.

So as what had become the norm we were promised an announcement but I wasn’t holding my breath. “Asante sana,” had given me enough chest pains. But the wait began again, we had a cautious optimism that the impeachment would go through yet hopes easily faded when it came to this government. Because I was sure if 15 billion could go missing in front of 14 million people, surely impeachment could be escaped.

Though the people weren’t letting down, a picnic was held in Africa Unity Square opposite parliament with people vowing to stay there until we had a former president. University of Zimbabwe students were demonstrating also, they announced they wouldn’t write exams until Mugabe left office and their vice chancellor was sacked. They also demanded that First Lady Dr Amai Grace Mugabe’s doctorate be revoked. Apparently she got it for coming up with the conclusion that a lot of orphans have parents that have passed away. I don’t see why people criticize that, it must’ve taken every ounce of her intelligence to figure it out.


I suddenly received a ton of texts claiming he had resigned. I was like NO! I didn’t believe it. I immediately tuned in to the BBC and there it was “Mugabe resigns!” I switched to a couple more channels just to really make sure it was truly happening. 37 years, 37 freaking years of rule had come to an end. As soon as I finally took in the news I heard the city erupt. The scenes were unimaginable, less than 2 weeks ago a man who has roads named after him in almost every city had just had the airport renamed in his honour but now he was unemployed.




“Iwe neni tine basa,” (You and I have a job) but his job had just ended. The celebrations had just begun. I don’t think even the 4 days of samba on the streets of Rio De Janeiro during the carnival could match the atmosphere that enveloped Zimbabwe. Traffic came to a near standstill and there was just happiness as far as the eye could see. Young infants had no idea what was going on but they were out there in the streets with placards. I can just imagine what would happen if we won the world cup, as a country we would probably just die from celebrating.


The sound of drums filled the streets right into the depths of the night. CNN kept showing the crowd singing, “Hatitongwe nehure.” If only someone had told what the song meant. 

     Image source; Google images
People believed but they were never ready for the actual moment. The emotions couldn’t have been put in words. But even if they were tears of joy, I told myself I wouldn’t cry because of Mugabe.

Some politicians had welcome words but others uttered utter nonsense. I’m talking about Theresa May. The people who gave Mugabe knighthood and imposed sanctions on a whole nation for the actions of one man and stood bye while elections were conducted like a game of monopoly were suddenly the oldest friend of Zimbabwe. I must not know what friendship means or maybe BREXIT has the British prime minister with her countries confused.

Well the movie plans have already been put into action. Hollywood and Twitter are nothing if not efficient. It’s still debatable though as to who will play Robert Mugabe better between Don Cheadle and Forest Whitaker. I’m already writing my own alternate script titled; 37 years a slave starring Lupita Nyong’o. Living in Zimbabwe has been a near death experience for a long time, I guess it’s time we flourished.

People are saying it’s just a retweet but I know Don Cheadle is relishing the chance to take this role. Probably already practicing his accent and the Mugabe walk.

Well with movies already in the pipeline what do you think Gucci Grace’s (First Lady Dr Grace Mugabe) reality series will be called?

-The Real Housewives of Dictators

-Rob & Grace

-Keeping Up With The Mugabe’s 

  Image source; @comradefatso (The people’s washing line)

It’s the dawn of a new Zimbabwe but their always doubters and mood killers. The so called political analysts were out in full force fueled but not very well thought out conclusions;

“Mugabe might be gone but Zanu PF is still in power so it’s nothing different.”

“What then now that Mugabe’s gone?”

“Mnangagwa is just another dictator!”

I say to these people please give us our chance to celebrate. We’ve had AIDS for so long we welcome the chance to have a different STI or even CANCER. Because at least in some cases CANCER can be treated. Zanu PF might still be there but this change in still leadership brings hope for a better tomorrow.

Let a Zimbabwean dare to dream.

#Zimbabwe #MugabeGone #NewEra

-The End

Sources; “He has agreed to…”

Journalists : “Sources say…” What sources? Who? Just source? Raw source? When did journalism just boil down to sources say? Journalists need to stop playing with our emotions. As a country we don’t need such misguidance, we’ve been led right into the toilet for too long.

For a short moment in time just a whisper of a moment, I understood Donald Trump’s hatred for the media. For 37 years one man had ruled over Zimbabwe with an iron fist, though lately he struggled to make a fist at all. But his reign had finally come to an end or so “sources” said. From midday we were told to anticipate the announcement from Robert Mugabe himself. Anytime it was said they would be going live to the presidential home. Running of the euphoria of the past day I could barely believe what was happening.

A man had gone from having an airport named after him on Wednesday to unemployment on the following Sunday. You couldn’t make this up it was simply unbelievable. Let me play out the timeline for you again because I simply enjoy reliving it;

Monday : Robert Mugabe fired the first Vice President Emmerson Mnangagwa from office

Wednesday : The Harare international airport was renamed the Robert Mugabe international airport.

Then the week that followed;

Tuesday : Tanks moved into Harare and blocked off certain roads (Not to look down on my country or anything but I actually didn’t think we had tanks or at least I thought the ones we had were either not working or in the museum, that’s how I knew things were real)
Wednesday : The Military took control of the state broadcaster Zbc. My mum woke me up at around 5 in the morning and told me to come to the lounge and as I entered everyone looked all serious and gloomy. I thought someone had died but then I was greeted by General Chiwenga on the tv screen. (As Nelson Mandela was critical but stable it was announced that president Robert Mugabe was fine but confined) It was also not a coup (This is hard to believe when army officials are giving you the news; It was a coup that really wasn’t a coup. You know that moment when your girlfriend tells you that she doesn’t want to break but you’re just taking a break where you can date other people, yeah it was that sort of thing)

Friday : Robert Mugabe finally appeared in public at a graduation ceremony. A graduation ceremony were he capped the army commander’s wife (The army commander who had just not done a coup on Wednesday) like I said you couldn’t make this up. -(Sources say)

Saturday : People march in support of the army and the removal of Robert Mugabe as the president of Zimbabwe.

Sunday : Robert Mugabe resigns from office or so sources said.

Anyway following Wednesday’s events suddenly experts on Zimbabwe’s political situation appeared out of thin air, unknown opposition party’s suddenly materialized too (Vakangonyuka kunge nzimbe dzepasewage) and most of Mugabe’s allies suddenly realized what the man had been doing was wrong. 37 years you were there watching even helping out but as soon as tanks appear in the capital you realize you were being led astray. Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwd lol. Politicians should have alternate careers as comedians.

The whole process was peaceful and there was just a buzz about town. The international community said no one should celebrate a coup but Zimbabwean’s celebrated the it’s not a coup coup anyway. Some idiots from foreign lands were shocked when we trended on Twitter like we don’t have the Internet. Well fast forward a few days from Wednesday to Saturday we had the solidarity march;

Image source: I got these from Whatsapp no idea who took them, if you see your handy work let me know 
 If there’s ever been a superheroes appreciation in Zimbabwe it was how the army was treated by the people. It was something surreal. People marched right up to state house and sang songs that expressed just how much we had craved freedom. We chilled by places were it was formerly illegal to chill and we took pictures in places were cameras were once not allowed.

As usual Arsenal fans didn’t forget their struggles, they were seeing the fall of one dictator as the chance to take another one down. If Robert Mugabe gets to read this please take Wenger with you. Imagine being oppressed by both Wenger and Mugabe it’s been such a struggle but things are looking up for us.

As usual Zimbabwean’s couldn’t take anything too seriously but I second this one. In fact someone should start a petition to exchange Bob for Boity. In fact we’ll throw in the rest of the Mugabe family though I don’t think Grace would be too welcome but Sandton mall would definitely appreciate her business. But Boity needs to let us know where she stands.

Well the sources continued to speculate through all this right up until Sunday when the resignation was to come. From 12 pm we were eagerly expecting it, people were excited. All over my Twitter timeline people were tweeting “I’m going to be live streaming Mugabe’s speech on my Instagram live,” and you have to know how long Mugabe’s speeches are and understand how expensive data is in Zimbabwe to feel how much excitement that is. So the wait began. According to sources the speech was coming soon. Soon seemed like 30 minutes then became an hour then turned into 2 hours into 3 into 4 into 5 into 6… Up until I realized soon means something totally different when it comes to Mugabe.

However the memes came out in anticipation;

I believed it was long past his bedtime when Robert Mugabe finally popped up on the tv screen, somehow he was still awake. It was one of those pop corn and a 2 litre of diluted Mazoe moments. The anticipation was simply unbearable. WHAT A WASTED 20 MINUTES OF MY LIFE IT WAS THOUGH. He finished speaking and said goodnight, like it was nothing. I waited a good 5 minutes hoping Steve Harvey would pop out and say, “Oh sorry wrong speech, he actually resigned.” But Steve Harvey is never there when you need him. 

Robert Mugabe’s speech summed up;

-Iwe neni tine basa (You and I have have a job; but Zimbabwe has 90% unemployment -Sources say)

-Learn to forgive (But man didn’t apologize for nothing)

-We should not be ruled by vengefulness (But man fired his Vice President for ambition though)

-Wish you a good agricultural season 

-Asante sana (In my own translation: I’m still here so your tweets and posts are still crimes deal with it)

-Goodnight (But suddenly the whole nation was wide awake)

Trust “sources” to give us false hope, this 93 year old president is still holding on to power like retirement is a deadly disease. If I hear one more report tell me “sources say…” Oh well…

#Zimbabwe #Coup #ItsNotACoup

– The End

In Between Deep Thoughts 

Docile enough to not be wild but not tame enough to be set free.

As if in a cage like an animal, I’m trapped within my thoughts.

Yet ever so often I find my mind yelling out to be yours.

Trying to get you to maybe let me try and love you till you’re old.

Take the journey and maybe get lost in romance.

Let two bright flames burn as one with no one getting burned out.

Take a seat on a star and dangle our feet over the never ending universe.

Serenade you with my words while you caress my heart with your laugh

Then I can’t help but breakout a smile

The world is yours and I’m there to watch it all.

Then again if only these dreams could be.

Should we just play into the hands of what fate wants to see.

Or take hold of our destiny and create a path for dreams to be reality.

Let my soul feel you and you only.

As together we forget what it means to be lonely.

Whisper In The Wind

I might not know who you are but I definitely know who I am 

And somewhere deep I can just feel what we could be.

Walk with me for a second and just imagine the possibilities. 

Let’s not be so caught up in dreams 

That our hearts forget that we need to live.

Drowning in life’s expectations we really don’t believe.

Chasing after victories we don’t need.

Yet if you don’t see what I see

If you don’t truly hear me speak 

Ignore my words as just another whisper in the wind.


Those intimate softly spoken touching words 

More like whispers for ears within touching distance

Words thought off when you’re all alone

To be said when you’re alone

Aching to have their own life

To just be set free

Like a butterfly coming out of the cocoon

Hoping to be just as beautiful 

Heartfelt secrets that cause lips to tremble

As one chooses to let them escape

Let me never find myself being afraid 

To confess whatever my heart says 

Not accepted today in one place

I believe I’ll get it right in the end.