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Felex Share Herald Reporter
RESIDENTS of Unit H, Seke, in Chitungwiza who witnessed Sunday's clashes between MDC-T and Zanu-PF supporters yesterday said the violence terrified them.Those who live near Chibuku Stadium, the venue of the foiled MDC-T rally, feared such clashes would recur anytime there was a rally at the stadium. By late yesterday, police had arrested two suspects in connection with the violence.
When The Herald visited the area yesterday, some of the houses whose windowpanes were shattered on Sunday had since been repaired.
The Herald caught up with Silence Mubaiwa, a Zanu-PF youth who was attacked by MDC-T supporters and he -
Murape Murape torched a storm this week when he charged that FC Platinum were being aided by match officials in their
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Lloyd Gumbo and Felex Share Herald Reporters
VIOLENCE reared its ugly head again when MDC-T and Zanu-PF youths clashed in Chitungwiza yesterday. They attacked each other with stones, knobkerries and iron bars.
The clashes started in the morning at Chibuku Stadium where MDC-T was scheduled to hold a rally.Riot police fought running battles with the youths as they tried to quell the violence.
At some point, the youths attacked policemen with stones.Police spokesperson Chief Superintendent Oliver Mandipaka said they were still investigating the violence and no arrests had been made by late last night.
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Oops, what a week of sex and laughter! I am reminded of the late Dambudzo Marechera who when invited to address an august gathering at the National Gallery during the Book Fair Week in 1983, naughtily opened his short speech thus: "We are a sexually active Nation . . . " He never went beyond the phrase, as the late Edison Zvobgo - himself a poet - stood up in both consternation and protest, in the process unleashing his bodyguards who bundled screaming and kicking Marechera out.
His crime boiled down to impolite utterances in the presence of an esteemed guest, himself a Minister of Government! I was a second year English Honours student then, and found
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BACK in the village, Zimbabweans are regarded as a truly great and creative lot. This is an indubitable and incontrovertible fact. The village soothsayer at some stage remarked that it is this creative side, along with our industrious and resourceful nature and great sense of humour that has helped shape our society.
Need it be said that our society is one of the freest in the whole wide world?
In fact, according to Zimbabwe's tourism brand - Zimbabwe A World of Wonders - the people are a wonder in themselves, ranking in such regard with other magnificent and majestic natural phenomena like the Mosi oa tunya, or the Victoria Falls, if you like. -
RECENTLY, there has been debate that condoms ought to be distributed in schools to curb the spread of HIV. This was not the National Aids Council's (NAC) view, but they were bringing out what they had found out in their survey and what the general public felt would be a mitigatory factor to the spread of the HIV virus.
Parents were outraged by the perceived solution and in the melee the debate got lost.
At a workshop by SafAids on National Policy Dialogue for young people, the challenges they faced in accessing sexual health reproductive rights services, we got a chance to hear what the young have to say.
In most instances, it is the older generation making decisions, which -
It is now on record that Muammar Gaddafi was killed after his convoy was attacked by NATO planes, including aircraft from the US and France, and after he was captured alive. These apparent facts are believed by most independent analysts to be correct, and needless to say, they point to yet another serious violation of international law involving the United States and its NATO allies.
The circumstances under which Gaddafi was murdered are quite similar to how the CIA-led and US-trained Bolivian military forces summarily executed Ernesto Che Guevara in October 1967, also after capturing him alive.
The circumstances are also reminiscent to the summary execution of -
Roselyne Sachiti Deputy Features Editor
THE atmosphere was electric. The brass band did a rendition of the traditional happy birthday song as men and men competed on the dance floor.
Films of dust could have covered them were it not for heavy rains that wet the parched ground the previous night.The female church members were resplendent in blue and white uniforms, while men were donning bottle green jackets and trousers, and white shirts.
Schoolchildren made their presence felt by welcoming guests and reciting poems in praise of their leader. Some performed gymnastics -
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STRETCHING for more than 500km along the base of the rusty-gold Zambezi Escarpment is Lake Kariba, a scenic germ on its own right. Where the land meets the water, in swash and backwash, silky white coves hem in the azure waters, overshadowed by a chain of wild jungle-draped peaks towering above.
It is from the peaks that wild animals streak to the dam to quench their thirst and feed on the lush green vegetation. From the shaggy water buck to the nimble-footed duicker, the spindle-legged impala to the boisterous jumbo and sluggish hippo, the lake is a source of life, if not life itself.
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We are living in a fast-changing terrain. If you snooze, you lose. As I watch the popular embrace of information communication technologies by all and sundry, regardless of age, gender, race, ethnicity and belief systems, it is as if the Internet, with its accompanying familiarities such as Facebook, Google, Twitter, Yookos have always been a part of our lives.
We have become the touch-button generation that can easily talk about bits and bytes, cyberspace and virtual reality.
Despite using them daily, I've often remarked that sometimes I feel so ancient. It was in the early 90s that our small class on information networking (the Internet) turned some of us into cyberpunks - literally living on the Internet - netizens as one of our professors loved to call us.
We even laughed at a New York Times article of June 5, 1994 headlined, "On the Internet, dissidents' shots heard ‘round the world'".
To the print media, this was a major discovery, which we had since discovered as we witnessed struggles finding their way on the Internet.
When social media finally became the acceptable term, it -
A story is told of a politician who was so out of his depth that at one rally he promised his party supporters that if elected into office, he would build a bridge to ease their transport woes. Instead of hearing the usual cheers and ululation he was accustomed to, the man was greeted with deafening silence.
Confused, he scanned the crowd in front of him and saw that the sinewy hand of one old timer was up, ‘‘But Mr MP,'' the old-timer asked, ‘‘we do not have any river in this constituency, infact in the entire district!''
Without batting an eyelid, the resourceful politician quipped, ‘‘No problem, we will dig a river for you then build the bridge!'' -
"Age: approximately forty years.
Race: white.
Height: approximately 5' 9" . . . The following injuries were noted in the general examination; 1. Bullet wound in the left clavicular region, with the exit in the scapular region on the same side 2. Bullet wound in the right clavicular region, with a fracture of the same and no exit 3. Bullet wound in the right costal region without exit . . . "
The story of Che Guevara
The above gory details are extracted from the death certificate of one Ernesto Guevara captured and assassinated by the American-trained Company B of the Ranger Battalion of the Bolivian Army. The capture was on October 8 1967 in the Churo ravine of Higuera, a hamlet situated on the Rio Pirainambi, itself a tributary of Rio Grande, in Bolivia.The day was a Sunday, the time, about 1pm. The assassination followed a day later, on October 9 1967. The death certificate was compiled on October 10.
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Hope Chizuzu torched a storm this week with his analysis where he did not only question Zifa president Cuthbert Dube's
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Reflections Isdore Guvamombe
Back in the village in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve if you like, morals are a vital cog in oiling the communal engine that determines the cycle of life, defining the route taken by village politics, even.
Village Wikileaks, in a recently released cable, systematically intercepted from the chief's information department have it that as the sun buried itself imperceptibly in yonder western horizon one wintry sunset, Mambongi, the village idiot, famed for craziness and fouling the well from which everyone drinks, and of course, deemed the epitome of what is bad in the village, was at it again.This time around, Mambongi alighted from a bus right in the
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IN life there are times where one cannot help but shed a tear. Unfortunately, for some people such times have become an everyday occurrence while others take life for granted because their day-to-day lives are plentiful and there are leftovers.
When a 10-year-old girl leaves school for two months to look after an ailing grandfather at a local clinic, then those of us who are fortunate not to undergo such painful experiences, have to count our blessings.
Many times we take life's blessings - a house, a car, food, clothing and good health - for granted. It should not be like that.Some people go to extreme ends just to have a meal a day. Some take porridge or mahewu without sugar just to keep body and soul together.