My Turn Caesar Zvayi, Deputy Editor
Being one of the few Zimbabweans who got the chance to join the ANC in celebrating 100 years of existence in Mangaung, I stubbornly refuse to call it Bloemfontein, let me take this opportunity to wish my South African brother’s a happy anniversary.

One of the jokes that went viral pertains to a glutton who chances upon a funeral wake, and being the crafty character he is,  soon hatches a plan to get a hefty helping of the food cooking on the fire in one corner of the homestead. Our man wails to high heaven, throwing his body on the ground, portraying a level of grief that leaves even the widowed green with envy.
He soon fakes fainting and is carried into the shade with the elders instructing varoora to ensure that he is among the first to be served once he comes to. On hearing this, our glutton quickly regains consciousness and is soon tucking into a plateful of sadza and meat that he devours in no time.

We have a saying that goes "chinoziva ivhu kuti mwana wembeva anogwara" (literally it's the soil that knows that a mouse is  sick), the proverb in effect means it is those closest to an individual who know his/her foibles. With elections around the corner, so to speak, likely to be held in the first quarter of 2012, the election season is upon us.

Some aspirants are already on the campaign trail.
MDC-T leader Morgan Tsvangirai, for one, is already on the road, and what remarkable imprints his plodding feet are leaving for his rivals, at times with self-defeating results.
On his part, Welshman Ncube, the MDC leader has also been holding campaign rallies, mostly in Bulawayo where he has really been laying