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Everywhere she went, he followed her, and he wanted to be in every picture. He wanted to be Miss Universe.
Even started dragging the President and Tagwireyi into
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If you grew up in Zimbabwe during the transition from Rhodesia to Independence, youโll remember how accents alone could tell you which school someone went to, which suburb they came from and sometimes even how much money their parents had ๐๐๐
Just before full Independence in 1980, and during Bishop Abel Muzorewaโs short-lived Zimbabwe Rhodesia government of 1978/79, the old whites-only schools finally began opening their doors to Black, Coloured and Asian students.
Schools like Roosevelt, Churchill, Girls High, Oriel Boys, Gifford and others slowly started integrating.
Parents who could afford it rushed to enrol their children there. Suddenly a whole new generation of Zimbabweans began emerging.
By the mid to late 80s, and especially into the 90s, a completely different accent started developing. It was a unique blend of the old white Rhodesian twang mixed with the hard township and local accents many of us had grown up hearing.
These kids spoke with a smoother, softer nasal twang and quickly earned the nickname โNose Brigadesโ from those still attending the F1 and F2 schools reserved mainly for Black students, and from some of us who had gone through Coloured schools like Morgan High and Founders.
Meanwhile, those with deep rural or ghetto accents were labelled VSRBsโฆ โVery Strong Rural Backgroundsโ ๐๐๐
There was always a silent class war hidden inside those accents.
The โNose Brigadesโ were seen as polished, suburban and middle-class. The VSRBs were viewed as rough around the edges. But funny enough, many of the so-called VSRBs were academically brilliant and ended up humbling the very people mocking them.
Then came another generation altogether.
The โNose Brigadeโ crowd slowly gave way to the โSaladsโ... also known in street lingo as โMa Saladhiโ or โMasalala.โ The accents werenโt very different, but this new lot carried themselves with even more class consciousness than their predecessors ๐๐๐
When my brothers and sister got to the University of Zimbabwe, they used to tell me how some of these Salads would openly mock fresh arrivals from the rural areas because of their accents, constantly calling them VSRBs.
But the plot twist was beautiful ๐๐๐
Many of those same โVSRBsโ proceeded to set lecture rooms on fire academically while the Salads watched in disbelief.
My brother from another mother @DMwonzora ,Douglas โDhagiโ Mwonzora was one of those guys labelled a VSRB because of his hard accent, but he was exceptionally bright. Before long the mockery died a natural death ๐๐๐
Today, no matter where I am in the world, I can identify a Zimbabwean almost instantly just from the accent alone.
Whether itโs the Nose Brigade twang, the Salad accent or the deep VSRB growl, thereโs something unmistakably Zimbabwean about all of them.
And speaking of VSRB accentsโฆ one man I could listen to all day is ZANU PF stalwart Patrick Chinamasa @ChinamasaPA regardless of whether I agree with what his saying or not ๐๐๐
That manโs accent is deeper than the Zambezi Valley itself ๐๐๐
Ama2k, this is called a Mercedes-Benz 190E. I took my car in for a service today, and one of the mechanics at the service centre in Johannesburg owns this beauty. It is a 1993 model and, more than three decades later, it still turns heads because it is well kept.
What made me even happier was discovering that it is owned by a black South African brother who has looked after it so meticulously. There is a stereotype in Africa that black people do not maintain their cars properly or service them regularly comparatively to white folks.
Whether we like it or not, that perception exists. In fact, many people would rather buy a used car from a white owner than from a black owner because they assume it has been better maintained.
Seeing this immaculate 190E in the hands of a black brother was therefore a real pleasure. It completely shatters that stereotype. This car has clearly been cared for with passion, attention and pride. Some classics never go out of style.
It reminded me of Buju Banton and Wayne Wonderโs 1990s classic song, How Massa God World A Run, when Buju sings, โDi rich man have di money and nuh give wi some, bragadocious and bossy talk him ah fling dung, ah pure 190E Benz him ah bring dung.โ
Seeing this immaculate 190E brought those lyrics straight back to mind. The song captured an era when the Mercedes-Benz 190E was the ultimate symbol of success and status across much of the Caribbean and Africa.
Good day I want to name and shame madam vanoshanda ku Central Vehicle Registry (CVR) office number 8. She is the one vanoita ma confirmation from VID. Shuwa munhu kubuda kubasa to do her personal errands na 10 am and up until day end vanga vasati vadzoka. She did not leave any notice even to her colleagues. Vanhu vangoswera vakamira in frustration hoping she would come back. Her colleagues tried calling her but she was not picking up.
Imagine the time and resources that you use by being in town, the parking stress, lunch etc only to be told towards day end kuti munozodzoka mangwana pamwe vanenge varipo.
The least she could have done is to notify her colleagues that she won't be around or even to delegate her roles for the day.
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When South Africa was hosting the World Cup we read countless pieces about crime in South Africa
When it was Russia, we read countless pieces about dictatorship in Russia
When it was Qatar, we read countless pieces about women and LGBTQ rights
Now America is hosting zero to little coverage on the wars and ICE
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Saturday morning sungura!
The tunes of Zvakata, Dembo, Chimbetu, Mtukudzi, Mapfumo, Macheso & many more are the soundtrack of my life.
From crackly bottle store radios, loud bus radios & tape players rigged up to car batteries to modern-day playlists.
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