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...
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Africa rejects global goat-skinner status

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, real men sit in counsel discussing matters of State and governance, while those viewed less useful in ...

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...
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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...

My first day at secondary school

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve I had grown up herding cattle and tethering goats. Primary school was several kilometres from home and ...
Dr Mzembi

UNWTO needs more than just Mr Nice Guy

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Candidates for the Secretary-General of the United Nations World Tourism Organisation have pronounced themselves and between now and May it’s going to be gloves off. The ...
The invisibility of the “African academic” in African studies is a matter of concern

Our Africa: Fare thee well 2016

Isdore Guvamombe Reflections — Well, it has been a splendid year for Africa in general and the African people in particular. The year 2016 is when Africa was at its loudest in forging unit at t...