I WAS growing up as Warren Park D was just taking shape. There were two distinct sections, kumaBrigades and kumaStands. KumaBrigades referred to the area bordered by 166th and 150th Streets whose four-roomed houses had been constructed by building brigades from the Zimbabwe Defence Forces, leaving the owner to ‘‘extend’’ the other three rooms. While kumaStands referred to the sections of the suburb where owners bought serviced stands to build houses of their choice this

What is the matter with our brothers who invest in the banking sector? Given how many indigenous-owned banks have gone under over the past decade leaving many a depositor seething, it seems the thinking is, ‘‘let’s form a bank and lend each other as much money as possible. Bugger the consequences!’’
This is the under-developed middle-class or comprador bourgeoisie that Frantz Fanon decries in his classic work, The Wretched of the Earth. They are not concerned really about creating wealth for the

It is a common, but seemingly heartless response by any newsman whenever reports of a road traffic accident filter through. The first question              is always, ‘‘were there any fatalities/ pafa vangani?’’

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Goes Macbeth's famous soliloquy in William Shakespeare's book by the same name. Whats immediately striking about this soliloquy is the phrase "tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. "