2018 In Retrospect…

One of the best decision I’ve ever made this year is to start 2018 without resolutions and opted for goals instead based on a priority list. It worked pretty well.

I am really grateful for the year of 2018. A friend of mine got married and I became an uncle later in the year. My sister had her white wedding. My bestie had his traditional wedding. A long time sahwira (friend) also got married. My favourite aunt got married. Another sister of mine got married. What a year it has been. Truly a blessed year.

One of the best blessing I’ve or we’ve encountered as a family is my mother’s knee replacement OP. A surgery which cost approximately 16K she ended up paying only 2K which was covered by medical aid. Thanks a lot to orthopedic doctors from the US who gave my mum a free surgery. Truly appreciate it.

My biggest lesson for 2018 was self worth.

I am thankful of the dark moments too. Learnt one or two lessons. It is during these moments I got to realize how strong a person I am.

Above all I thank the Almighty.

Christmas look like…

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#2018BOTY 25

Boring Boring Boring. That how my Christmas looks like.

Woke up at 0900, went for shopping with my sister and OK was packed. Stood in line for over an hour. Late breakfast. From there onwards watched a series. Friend stopped over chatted a bit and went sleeping. Took a bath around 1600hrs (😁😁😁) and continued watching my series.

Christmas day was really boring. But I kinda like it in a way because I know my pocket was safe, when 50 days of January arrive I bet I’ll be prepared for it.

New Year’s Eve please be nice.

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Lessons learned


One of the greatest lessons I have learnt this year is self worth. There was a point in my life where I let people walk over the decision I made and I allowed it. A time where people took my kindness, my silence for weakness.

Most of the times I allowed it in the name of wanting to be good or avoiding a confrontation but in the end it was me who was hurt. It was my ego, myself esteem which was hurt in the process. I would let people’s perceptions dictate my life’s decisions. When you spend time wondering how other people perceive you, you create stories that are often far from the reality. In the end questioning yourself worth.

I then got to read Who Moved My Cheese, a very good read and it made me realize something about my life, change.

“What you are afraid of is never as bad as what you imagine. The fear you let build up in your mind is worse than the situation that actually exists.”

Lesson Learnt

You don’t need to prove to anyone that you are amazing. Your self worth is not determined by anyone but yourself. Never live a life of trying to prove you worth to anyone. If they don’t get you they just don’t.

Achievement #2018BOTY

Through the Young Scholars Initiative (YSI), INET provides support to students, young professionals, or others who embrace new and critical ways of thinking about the economy. YSI fosters conversation among those who wish to engage with new economic thinking and connects young scholars to the Institute’s vast network of economists.

My achievement this year was to present again at the YSI Africa Convening. I have really grown as an academic through these conferences . I remember my first international presentation last year, the nerves had me by the throat. This year’s conference was so much better I was able to do a lone presentation unlike last year.

YSI provides young scholar a platform to discuss on social, political and economic issues. Currently working on my very first publication with a friend from Somalia and I really hope all goes well.

2018 Purchase? #2018BOTY

The only thing worth talking about I bought this year is a GTel Infinity 7 Plus phone. It was really worth the price although it got to be the first phone I bought without a gallery, come to think of that.

One has to rely on the Google Photo application or download a gallery application from Google Play Store of which most comes with boring ads.

Used to be a very huge spender on shoes, but this year is was kinda different. High cut shoes used to be a No No for me and this year kinda bought my first ankle cut shoes, not bad at all. Shocked most of my friends though because they know I had/have reservations when it came to shoes ( I hate looking odd).

Are Our Minerals Worth Anything? #2018BOTY

I have been seeing the #2018BOTY unfolding and have had an urge to scribble something down, but somehow my mind would be occupied and I would find myself immersed into something else. There goes my first post of #2018BOTY.

Heard some very disturbing news yesterday. I am sure most of you have for once saw these huge black granite rocks being transported to God knows where. These granite rocks are quarried in Mutoko. The disturbing part is these stones are paying for $1 bond per tonne.


I for one think this is really absurd. Considering the finished products that comes from these stones. Considering the damage to the environment and failing to do much on community development $1bond is really an insult to the community where this stone is being quarried.

One thing that has me fascinated is the “rhetoric” saying that the minerals are meant to benefit communities in which these minerals are mined or quarried. This is even embedded in the school pledge

… We are proud inheritors of our national resources …

Are we really proud when these resources are causing more harm than good. Surely, are our natural resources worth anything? The black granite in Mutoko is just but one example of how our natural resources are being mismanaged.

The Tale Of The Last Coin

By Benson Mupfurutsa (el-patriot)

No man in Zimbabwe is as careful as the man who has a single coin for his return fare home. If you ever had a ‘get into town’ fare and a return fare only between you and nothing; you most probably know what I am talking about!

When you have a single coin or the equivalent of your return fare home only in your pocket; your mind is not at rest. You are obsessed about the coin. What if the coin gets lost? How then can I get back home? What if the conductor chucks me out or he decides to humiliate me? These are some of the endless questions that pass through the mind of a person who only has return fare home between them and poverty.

The further away your home is from town; the greater the anxiety hahahah! When you think about the distance to Mufakose; Glen View; Glen Norah; Westgate; you mutter a silent ‘yea though i walk in the valley and shadow of death i shall fear no evil…’ Your anxiety becomes unbearable and you become protective of your ‘coin’ like a hen mother broods over her little chicks. Stay in Hillside; Eastly; Belvedere or Avenues and lose your precious coin for the return fare; no problem! You can gracefully walk home under the guise of ‘keeping fit’ and ‘burning a little fat.’

The anxiety kicks in the very moment on your journey to town when you tender the 1.00 bond coin to the conductor and you are waiting for your change whilst sitting in the backseat of the kombi. You become agitated when the conductor delays giving you the .50 bond coin change. It appears as if the conductor owes you some USD100.00 but alas; it is just 0.50 bond coin that he owes you but to you its everything. Before the money even reaches the conductor you shout; ‘ko change yangu conductor (how about my change Mr. Conductor).’ You cannot afford to trust anyone with your coin. If he says, ‘ndichakupai ndawana change,’ the wait becomes torture; you feel like you want to tear him apart; the only problem is that you are hidden in the back seat and he is ensconced in the front of the overloaded kombi with his behind potruding out of the window.

Finally after what seems like an eternity the coin is passed back to you. You look at it adoringly like its a pass mark after a very tough examination. Why not? Of-course it is the only thing that guarrantees that you get back home! It is indeed your last coin! You grip the coin with two hands afraid that it may slip away and fall into a dark corner and out of sight in the kombi. Just that thought of losing your precious coin fills you with horror. You grip the coin tighter until your hands are wet with sweat!

There is temporary relief when you disembark from the kombi. You gently put the ‘survivor’ into your pockets to relieve your sweaty hands but not without checking doubly that your pockets are not torn; lest the ‘survivor’ slips away through the torn pocket. You move around town doing your business but your mind is always alert checking your pocket now and then with military instinctiveness just to see if the ‘jolly survivor’ is still in place. You avoid crowded areas and constantly pat your pocket for reassurance each time you feel or percieve a sinister shove or bump from a suscipicious person. You walk with your hands in your pocket; not because you are a proud guy but just that you are protecting something important.

You meet friends and flash them a ‘colgate award winning smile;’ pretending all is well yet you are down to the last coin. Keeping up appearances! Self respect! Business concluded; it is time to go home. This time the anxiety cycle is worse. You go home early not because you got a life and death situation but because you are keen to avoid the rush hour. Yes the dreaded rush hour! Its time in Zimbabwe when kombis to Mabvuku; Dzivarasekwa and other surburbs charge double for the return fare. If you you leave around 3pm your 0.50 bond coin can get you home safely but if it gets to 4pm you will have to wait until peak hour is over around 8pm because during peak hour the kombis will be charging double the normal fee. You have no choice but to leave town early.

When you get into the kombi hustle free and wait for that; ‘batanidzai four-four sekugara kwamakaita vabereki’ but it looks like the conductor is taking forever to collect; you nudge him and say, ‘shamwari mari yako iyi. Yangu waionaka,’ in a loud voice making sure that the person seated next to you hears the conversation so that they can be a witness later on.

Once you have handed over the money; you can afford a sigh of relief until you hear the conductor say, ‘one asati andipa mari. Vabereki asati aunza mari yezvipo ndiani?’ The more times he calls out for the outstanding fare the more anxious you become and you begin sweating profusely with beads of persipration covering your your brow and droplets falling to your collar. You will yourself to calm down knowing that it is only an old man who becomes jittery when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb! When the conductor like a drill segeant; begins to scan faces for the defaulter and his piercing hawk gaze rests on you momentarily; moves on and settles on you again, you cross yourself like a Catholic and mutter a silent prayer in preparation for the impending humiliation. You feel like calling your seatmate to the witness stand to give a testimony that will exonerate you. You grow faint when when the conductor threatens to return fares so that he can collect individually from each person. By then you are now a nervous wreak, ‘what if somebody claims my coin and i be found to be the one has not paid yet? What will that beautiful lady or handsome guy from my hood whom i have a crush on; who is seated two seats behind me say when I am identified as the defaulter?’ If you are a lady it is better; if the crush happens to crush on you too he will play ‘knight in shining armour,’ and settle the account for you; saving you from humiliation. If you are a guy and there is noone to rescue you (in most cases there isnt) you brace yourself for vitriol and choice words from the conductor’s extensive bag of vocabularly and boy oh boy; the conductors have choice words; it is as if they went to the same school!

You relax finally when the outstanding coin makes its way slowly to the conductor but not without you handling the coin last just to make sure it gets to the conductor and you make a spectacle of it as if you are presenting a trophy; just that you want everyone to witness the official handover of the ‘last coin’ to the conductor. Afterwards, only then can you sit back and relax and nod your head in sync with lyrics of the ‘kanjiva song’ playing loudly on the kombi stereo and even mutter under your breath some of the lyrics; ‘aka ikaka…kozoti apa, ipapa.’ All in day’s adventure for the unemployed commuter!

What a piece mate I can totally relate

My Worst Month!

Zero inspiration to put my thoughts down. Its been over a month now I’ve absolutely no desire of writing. I’d two projects I’d been working on which I just stopped completely. I am even surprised that I’ve typed this far, most probably its because it is very hot and I can’t find sleep. I am a bit hungry too and too lazy to go fix myself a snack if ever there is anything to snack on.

This is a short story of what I went through recently. The month of October was the worst month of 2018, or ever . A lot of things happened, good and bad but mostly on the negative side. I think it was the month I felt my lowest in life. Although I have tonnes of friends I felt lonely, I felt worthless like someone who didn’t matter. I felt like the universe was working against. The smallest, slightest incidents that happened, I would turn them into the next biggest thing I could imagine.

I believe everyone has experienced a situation where you want to share you thoughts or problems with someone. Before you do, they kinda /sought of pour their own problems and you kind of left with your problems without sharing them. Ja! That’s how things where like.

Anyway, I had a rough patch in the month of October and I felt I couldn’t share with anyone. I was moving zombie. Most of the time I was grumpy but tried my level best not to show it. I drank to hide my sorrows and would hide behind ” I am hangover” whenever asked if I was alright. I felt I was Beverly Thyson from the novel Public Smiles Private Tears.

I went through something I am not sure I understand myself, even up to now I am still trying to figure what it was. I have healed and still I am healing.

Movember Movement

Movember is an annual event involving the growing of moustaches during the month of November to raise awareness of men’s health issues, such as prostate cancer, testicular cancer, and men’s suicide.

Research shows that men above 35 years are at risk of prostate cancer. According to the Urology Care Foundation, prostate cancer is the second most cause of all cancer-related deaths among men and about one in seven men will be diagnosed with the disease in their lifetime.