Rudo Muzondo: "As I pulled back the lounge curtains, the room was flooded with the radiance of natural light. I gazed at the window, I wasn’t looking through it or at it, my eyes were beyond the sense of seeing. My thoughts were so far, I was right inside my mama’s house. Nostalgia had gripped me, I stood transfixed and sank deep into my imagination."
Rudo Muzondo: "In chains, Gini was dragged out of the carvens. Other prisoners pleaded, begged and cried reaching their hands out as to grab Gini. Their hands were chopped off and put back on repeatedly and their throats were cut to prevent them from screaming. A stench of torment and condemnation pervaded the place. He was escorted to the ghostly temple to meet Zaiko, the Temple Master who ordered the demons to take him to the river for a blood bath."
Rudo Muzondo: "The angel of death uttered words in a diabolical language. In an instant, the wings of the raven started flapping at a furious deafening velocity. In a blink of an eye, they were swirling in a violent whirlwind. Aroused in terror, wonder and shock, Gini couldn’t keep up or keep track, he lost consciousness. Time stopped. He was suddenly brought back to consciousness by the death angel’s spiteful chuckles."
The emotional tug-of-war parents endure fighting for their kids can really be combative and emotionally taxing. This is not an exception for Seh Calaz and Moira Knight. Seh Calaz is known in the contemporary Zimdancehall music arena for his signature lyrical chant "Check Check Check”, but one thing he is not giving is a real ‘Cheque’.
Rudo Muzondo: "The thick smoke of the burning car obliterated the crowd. Blue lights ablaze, Ginimbi saw a police van that looked like a repurposed plumber’s van. Behind it, was a thirsty fire brigade car that looked as hopeless as the tragedy. There was nothing to quench anymore. All they could do was to put water on the lifeless bodies that were as unrecognizable as the Rolls Royce Wraith. The reeking smell of dead bodies and burnt tires was death to the nostrils. The atmosphere was pervaded and punctuated with stench, grief and despair."
At a recent public function, the opening of The Sprout Restaurant in Harare, we saw former First Lady Grace Mugabe moving within the same orbit as senior ZANU PF figures, her presence neither resisted nor theatrically embraced.
In this second and final part of the article, I continue to examine the potential outcomes of ZANU-PF’s succession politics, focusing on whether Kudakwashe Tagwirei (whom I metaphorically refer to as “Mamvura”) will succeed in his presumed bid for the presidency, whether General Constantino Chiwenga will recover his political standing and take over, whether someone else will ascend to the throne, and whether President Mnangagwa will ultimately retire in peace.
Rutendo Benson Matinyarare, long celebrated as the chief acoustics engineer of Zimbabwe’s most delicate economic sculpture, the ZiG—now appears to have discovered an inconvenient truth: even the most beautifully crafted clay cow cannot moo indefinitely without cracking.
