Minister Mzembi

Cry our beloved tourism industry

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections The tourism and hospitality industry was left at sixes and sevens this past week following a brazen public spat between its minister, Dr Walter Mzembi, and its authoritat...

The white man across the river

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, then the Chipuriro Tribal Trust Lands under Rhodesia’s colonial rule.

Ode on Robert Mugabe Road

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, there is a village ode that says it is atypical for a drunken cock to forget the existence of a maraud...
Rhino horn

Rhino horn, manhood and fingernails

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections In the village, the size of the snake is irrelevant to its capacity to kill but that fact is mostly ignored when one suddenly bumps into a snake. Again, in the village, t...
Minister Chombo

Name and shame corrupt traffic cops

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections BACK in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, these days walls do not only have ears, they now see. To our ancestors be the glory!
Uncle Sam and his allies still hold Africans in low esteem

USA: When a fool thinks it’s clever

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, sometimes you have to play the role of a fool, to fool the fools, who think they are fooling you.
Minister Mzembi

UNWTO loss: The reality

Isdore Guvamombe Tourism Matrix The best candidate lost! It was a very bad experience by any imagination and I understand why so many armchair theorists blindly jumped onto it, from their positions f...

UNSC: Smell the coffee Uncle Sam

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust, no amount of cosmetics can beautify a frog. What is bad and ugly remains so. Africa has been oppressed for far t...

When Independence came to Zimbabwe

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, no sun sets without leaving behind its own piece of history. The sun is so crafty and inherently stubb...

A day in the life of a freedom fighter

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk honey and dust or Guruve, thunder rumbled. A lightning bolt stabbed the air, cracking the sky into uncharacteristic pieces. Again...

A Rhodesian tapestry

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, I had just arrived back from school. The primary school was far but routinely, boys of my age would go...

Snooping inside the council of elders

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the moons of waiting for Independence were over. Zimbabwe had crawled out of the liberation eggshell a...
teen dating

The hazards of teen dating

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the drumbeat increased in tempo, crescendo and volume as we approached the fringes of the hosting vill...

My first taste of boarding school life

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections It was my first night at St Anne’s Goto High School. Everything was unusual. Senior boys moved from one dormitory to the other helping themselves to any newcomer’s food t...