Back then we all knew Anthony Mandiwanza as ‘that very good and educated referee’ and we used to meet at the Chinhoyi caves for a chat, and a drink, returning home to the big city after a day out in Mhangura for a league match. Today, Mandiwanza has risen through the corporate ladder, to become one of our most respected business executives in this country.
SO, on Thursday, with God’s grace, the clock that keeps time on my service at this company finally read 20 years, or two decades, or five-short-of-a-Silver Jubilee.

On Thursday, the clock that keeps time on my service in this company will read 20 years or two decades or five-short-of-a-Silver Jubilee, whatever suits your taste best. It has been quite an absorbing adventure, from the very first day I arrived here as that fresh-faced rookie journalist still weighed down by the home sickness of being so far away from Chakari.
I had spent the last three years resident in Harare but still the innocence of Chakari remained very attractive to me and, in those early days, every Friday meant a bus ride back home to be at peace with my people. Tauya Coaches was the bus of choice back then, cheap and safe, and a ride to Chegutu cost Z$4 and then I would need less then a dollar to complete the final leg home, passing through farms that were bursting with crops

If our boys feel they deserve to play at the 2013 Nations Cup finals then they should be good enough to weather whatever storm comes their way blowing from the Atlantic into the November 11 Stadium tomorrow because, with all due respect, if we can’t defend a 3-1 lead, then we don’t deserve to be in Mzansi.
There was a time when we had virtually perfected the art of collapsing at the final hurdle, whenever it came to the World and Nations Cup qualifiers, we even ended up believing someone had cursed us.

But the Lord works in a lot of mysterious ways and, for all the challenges he faced in Poland where, by default, he turned into the public face of Asiagate in Europe, and all the devils who stalked him to South Africa, God opened a window for him in Vietnam and, today, Justice Majabvi is singing his redemption song.
Polish football has had a long relationship with Zimbabwe since Wieslaw Grabow-ski landed in this country in the ’80s and used his connections in his motherland to provide a base for a number of our players.
Norman Mapeza is probably the one with the highest profile, among the scores of Zimbabweans who ended up playing in Poland, who include