Ashford Chikomo

ERP Consultant, Sage Intacct

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@Hkucherera Way to go

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@Hkucherera Beautiful

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@VengieZim Thank you for the education

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@VengieZim Sure, let's keep loading
#BBFT
#BFT

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@VengieZim 2 million

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@wenceslous7 Let's learn together

[Obert Dube_The African Poet @obertdube_poet]

Tazviona Moyo from Binga Sikomena is appealing for money to do pharmacy coarse.$500 a semester for 1 year.She is a maid in Mberengwa but with 8 "O" levels including Maths, Eng,Science .Also 4 points at A Level & she did sciences. Her #[phone].
Pliz retweet this message.

[Hopewell Chin’ono @daddyhope]

PLEASE READ AND RETWEET.

Good day, Hopewell.
My name is Caroline and I'm writing to appeal to you for help. My friend ,Sharon Nyika had kidney failure in 2024 and it's been very difficult for the family ever since. They have a donor , her mother . Now the issue is the money to cater for the bills for the surgery and upkeep in India where the transplant is to be done . There is a GoFund already and I'm appealing to you to help us get the word out there. I know you have a huge following and also as an influential person many people might be inclined to help if they see it on your page. Thank you so much sir.

Here is the link to the GoFund.
https://t.co/vGJzvicTFr

[Edline🇿🇼 @curious_edline]

Shamelessness

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@LynneStactia Thank you sister LynneStacia

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@VengieZim African Narratives to the people
#BBBFT
#BFT
#BIGFIVESWAP

[Hopewell Chin’ono @daddyhope]

2 days ago, Madzibaba VeShanduko appealed for financial assistance after spending 8 months in prison for a crime he did not commit & enduring torture.
You responded. We have so far raised £1,989. Thank you.
Please RETWEET so that others can see the link 👇🏿
https://t.co/cWRXPoFO2X

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@VengieZim Yes

[Hopewell Chin’ono @daddyhope]

The American President, Donald Trump, signed the agreement ending the war with Iran at the Palace of Versailles in France. For those of us who studied history, the irony is remarkable.

Seeing Donald Trump sign the end-of-war document at Versailles took me back to my history classes with my teacher, Petronella Mugugu, at Fletcher High School in Gweru.

It was at Versailles that the Treaty of Versailles was signed in 1919, formally ending the First World War.
Now, more than a century later, another agreement aimed at ending a major conflict has been signed in the very same palace.

Whether this agreement will usher in lasting peace or merely pause a conflict whose underlying causes remain unresolved is a question that only history can answer. After all, the Treaty of Versailles was supposed to end the First World War and secure lasting peace, yet the resentment and instability it created helped pave the way for the Second World War.

In both conflicts, Germany found itself at the centre of events, first as the empire that helped trigger World War I and later under Adolf Hitler as the aggressor that plunged the world into World War II. It also paid reparations, as someone is doing in this new agreement.

What is undeniable is that Versailles remains one of the most symbolic places in the world when it comes to war, peace, and the consequences of political decisions.

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@FinLitBae @naval Happy birthday sister, have a blast and stay blessed

[Josiah @josiahjdp]

White beams swept across the containers. Voices boomed from both ends of the dock. Dark figures moved in disciplined lines with weapons raised and commands hitting the air so fast they blurred together.
“Federal agents! Drop it! Down!”
Jamal reacted first. Not by firing.
By running.
He turned and vanished between the containers with the speed of a man who had spent his whole adult life planning exits.
Derek bolted for his car.
Two agents lunged for him, but he ripped free, dove behind the sedan, and tore out of the yard before the outer perimeter tightened. By the time the second unit swung around, he had already hit the access road.
Agent Cole swore under his breath.
The technician beside me started relaying plates and direction.
Naomi looked at the frozen image of Derek’s abandoned composure on the screen and said, almost softly, “He’s going home.”
I knew she was right before she finished the sentence.
Cornered men run to the last place they think still belongs to them.
Our house.
By then his badge status had already begun collapsing.

The Office of Professional Responsibility had emergency authorization to suspend access pending detention. Once the Tysons incident, the attic recording, the extortion conversation, and the shipping yard confession were bundled together, Derek’s professional protection became a liability the Bureau could no longer afford to ignore.
His world had started shrinking by the hour.
Money gone.
Allies cracking.
Official status crumbling.
And somewhere behind it all, the violent men Jamal referenced still waiting for ten million Derek no longer had.
At 8: 12 p.m., the home office camera showed Derek crashing through the front door of my house like a man outrunning fire.
He went straight to the office.
He yanked back the Persian rug, dropped to his knees, and pried up a section of hardwood flooring near the desk. Beneath it sat a recessed safe I had discovered during one of his “late work nights” months before and never mentioned.

He spun the dial with trembling hands.
Naomi watched beside me.
“He’s going for cash and documents.”
“He has passports in there,” I said. “And likely emergency currency.”
The safe door opened.
Derek grabbed vacuum-sealed bricks of cash and a packet of passports.
At that exact moment, headlights swept across the front windows.
Another car.
Then another.

My mother arrived first in her silver Mercedes, Briana beside her. They came through the front door without knocking. Briana still wore the same cream sweater dress from the night before, but now it was wrinkled and streaked with mascara. My mother looked as if she had been holding herself together by force and fury alone.
They stormed into the office.
“Do not even think about leaving,” my mother said.
Derek stood with cash in one hand and passports in the other.
“I don’t have time for this.”
“You’re going to make time.”

[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

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[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@Thembithemedium Amen

[Hopewell Chin’ono @daddyhope]

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[Ashford Chikomo @Ashford1973]

@VengieZim You can say that again