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The narrative seeking to demonise the security sector for overriding criminals whose intention is to run down the country and render it ungovernable is myopic and stupid. It is akin to allowing the devil to preach sanctity. No, never!
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Isdore Guvamombe Assistant Editor The sanctions are indeed about the US’s proclivity for regime change in order to achieve its goal to change the power matrix in Zimbabwe from Zanu- PF to the opposition MDC Alliance that will be subservient to it and give US access to our natural resources. Since the United States of […]
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Well, the death and subsequent graveside panegyrics for Winnie Mandela, especially the one by Economic Freedom Fighters (EFF) leader, Julius Malema, which has gone viral, has sparked that village lilt in me. Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, there is a popular elegy that says death is always news and that if you are a good person even after death your grave is loved and respected.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Well, Aeneas Chigwedere is a man who wears many hats and indeed for this man, his could be the curse of the proverbial animal with a famous name, but will never fill the basket when caught by a hunter.
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Isdore Guvamombe Assistant Editor PRESIDENT Mnangagwa has since his ascension to power in November last year, exuded much energy and resilience in seeing through his vision to transform Zimbabwe and make it great again.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Well, it is always good to take a merited sabbatical and retreat to the village: the last repository of wisdom and knowledge.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, elders with cotton tuft hair say a man who goes to sleep with an itchy behind wakes up haunted by smelly fingers. On the eve of this moon, November, the affable month of the evil (the moon of the goat), one […]
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, villagers pride themselves in identifying with the village, its values, ethos and all. But in many parts of Zimbabwe, Africans are an objectionable lot. Western Europe has been able to rip open our value system and destroy what defined us as […]
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the October afternoon sun was angry and unforgiving. It spat blistering hot rays down the land.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections BACK in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, moonlight slanted down through the leaves and blossoms of the thicket, making whimsical coloured patterns that flickered on the ground. Under a normal night excursion the moon would have been magnificent, but our circumstances needed it to be humble and […]
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village in the land of mink, honey and dust or Guruve, elders with cotton tuft hair say US President Donald Trump is playing Hitler incarnate. If not stopped, he will implement his crazy ideas, including razing some countries from mother earth. Well, that is very dangerous. He is very, very dangerous.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, the emergence of organised popular liberation movements throughout Africa following the end of the Second World War was a crucial factor in achieving independence for many African countries.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, sporting is a critical component of society that cements relationships. But it is fair play that makes the whole world of village sports interesting and credible.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve — if you like — a home without playing children is like a cemetery. There, Karitundundu, the ageless autochthon of wisdom and knowledge says a family is like a forest, very dense, yet, every tree has its position.
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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections A well-fed monster, a crocodile, snaps to life startled from its nap. It stampedes through the crunchy undergrowth, crashing into the water, becoming invisible except for a pair of sentry-post eyes that peek menacingly above the surface to monitor outside movement. As if nothing has happened, a huge bull elephant grazes on […]
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