When Dr Solomon Guramatunhu says Zimbabweans are a reflection of their rulers, this is exactly what he is talking about.
Imagine spending years playing our home matches in other countries, only for the National Sports Stadium to be finally renovated and then destroyed by the very fans it was meant to serve.
We will never escape the criticism levelled against us by Dr Guramatunhu. We are genuinely a reflection of the people who lead us; careless, destructive and without respect for anything built for the public good.
This is the destruction mentality that keeps Zimbabwe trapped in decline. The tragedy is even after seeing this, some idiot will come and defend this nonsense. We need help.
Everything needs to be secured. Our people do not seem to realise that these public facilities belong to them. They are destroying property built with taxpayers’ money, and it is taxpayers’ money that will eventually be used to repair it.
This is a poverty mentality, destroying what we own, failing to maintain it and then blaming the government when it deteriorates. A country cannot develop when its citizens have no sense of ownership, responsibility or respect for public property.
To some people, this may sound far-fetched, but we need to build a culture similar to the one in Japan. After a football match, or any other sporting event, fans often help collect rubbish and clean the stadium because they understand that it belongs to them. It is public property.
When you destroy a stadium, you are not punishing the government or the political rulers. They will simply use taxpayers’ money (your money) to repair the damage, meaning that you are ultimately punishing yourself and other citizens.
We must create a culture in which anti-social behaviour is completely unacceptable. Anyone seen destroying public property must face serious consequences, severe enough to make others think twice before doing the same.
Those who were filmed vandalising the stadium should be identified, prosecuted and made an example of through lawful, public accountability. People must understand that destroying public property is not an act of protest or bravery. It is an attack on the public and on the country they claim to love.
I have seen some people blaming the stadium authorities and arguing that they should have deployed more security. Yes, given what has happened, stronger security measures must now be put in place because some people among us have demonstrated an appalling level of irresponsibility. But increased security is not an excuse for accepting or normalising this behaviour.
Other countries have built a culture in which people understand that such conduct is unacceptable. That is the standard we must aspire to. We need to be ambitious and look to the best examples of civic behaviour around the world, rather than constantly searching for measures to contain the latest problem.
Security addresses the symptoms. The real solution lies in changing the mindset that produces this behaviour. The same person would not behave like this while watching Zimbabwe play the Democratic Republic of Congo in a South African stadium, as we used to do, because they know that such conduct would not be tolerated there.
Yet they behave this way in Zimbabwe because they believe there will be no consequences, and because some misguided people will even defend them.
We must address the root cause by building a culture of responsibility, discipline and respect for public property. Until that changes, we will continue deploying security to protect facilities from citizens who should understand that those facilities belong to them.
Malema has always had deep hate for the Zulu community; he doesn’t even hide it. When drunk, Malema goes as far as calling Zulu people tribalists; the real tribalist is Malema himself.
I have such a strong dislike to this particular shade of green (that notably Old School loves too). For some reason, something about it a bit reminiscent of apartheid.
You can always tell when a nigga was raised by his mama alone 😭 he’ll be irritated over everything, snap over the smallest shit, talk back all day, gossip like one of the girls, and be emotional as hell. 😂
Townships breed the worst version of Black kids! No matter how much Black people evolve and try to catch up with the world, ikasi will always set them 10 steps back! Study noma yiliphi ikasi without bias ukuthi wena uzalelwe elokishini or what and see! Ngingowasakhaya mina kwaMagwaza eMelmoth, we haven’t heard of any rape case since we got here in 1998, we haven’t had a case of kidnapping, less than 5 murders all these years, amaphara asebe mabili kuphela la, we don’t lock doors or gates here even at night. Does this mean amakhaya are better than townships? On some aspects yes, on some no! But the fact is ilokishi is a breeding hub for amaphara, ubugebengu, prostitution, high murder rates, rape cases, drugs, disrespectful kids, nazi kade zibhunyela abantabadala ngamanzi, umqondo wasemjondolo. Have you seen that in other places except elokshini? You can defend your kasi ngoba you are attached to it, but kwayiwena usaba ngisho ukuhamba ngo18:00 ntambama, you can’t sleep ungakhiyile, can’t even forget ibhodwe phandle or it will be stolen and sold kwaRawati escrap. Msangano wendawo ilokishi🚶🏾♂️
Fun fact: female cats have what’s called induced ovulation. The male cat’s penis is arrow shaped with spikes and when he pulls out, he yanks an egg out that’ll fertilised.
This is why cats sound like they’re fighting during sex; she’s in pain.
The black middle class, freshly arrived at the gates of economic stability, is pouring its children into elite, multiracial schools. Spaces once designed without them in mind. And at first glance, this seems like progress. The uniforms are crisp. The school fees are a declaration of victory. The accents are polished. The English is fluent. The world applauds. But, taste is never neutral. It’s a system of distinction. It decides who belongs and who pretends to. If you must erase your story to access the room, it was never a room worth entering.
Cultural capital is more than education. It’s a form of social weaponry:
* It's the way you speak,
* The books you quote,
* The food you prefer,
* The way you frame an idea,
* The subtle mocking of what’s “too African,” “too rural,” or “too loud.”
This plays out ruthlessly in elite schools, boardrooms & brunches. A child fluent in English but tongue-tied in mother language. A young man who can break down Shakespeare but flinches when his Gogo speaks. A daughter ashamed to bring her mom to Speech Day because “she doesn’t fit in. This isn’t just a loss of language but,it’s a loss of self recognition. They taught you how to speak English with dignity but forgot to teach you how to carry your name with honour.
Social capital ~relationships, networks & trust is another form of invisible currency. Those with inherited networks often don't have to be the best they only need to belong to the right circles. In African schools:
* White learners inherit professional networks through parents and generational affluence.
* Black learners, despite academic excellence, often lack these relational bridges.
* They graduate with knowledge but not access.
You have the degrees. They have the invitations. The black child is taught to master the system but never invited to redesign it. Language is a hierarchy. It is not merely communication, it is legitimacy. Prestige. Access.
Africa's black middle class often enforces English only households, not just for fluency, but as a perceived weapon against poverty. But the child grows:
* Fluent in grammar, but illiterate in lineage.
* Educated in Science, but disconnected from Spirit.
* Comfortable in coffee shops, but anxious at ancestral ceremonies. They are fluent in the language of the system but stutter when speaking to their own soul.
Social elevation without cultural anchoring creates orphans of identity. Many black children of the middle class now exist in a liminal space:
* Too “black” for white spaces.
* Too “white” for black spaces.
* Belonging nowhere. Floating everywhere.
And what is worse this exile is wrapped in applause. It looks like success. It smells like progress. It tastes like inclusion. But it feels like displacement. The goal is not to be accepted into elite systems. The goal is to build sacred spaces where your full self is honoured without apology.
1. Remember the Codes
Decode the tastes, languages, and behaviors that rule the elite but don’t become seduced by them. Study them to master the system, not to lose yourself in it.
2. Reclaim Your Cultural Capital
Celebrate your mother tongue. Relearn the proverbs. Bring your ancestors to your future. The man who forgets his language forgets the map back home.
3. Rebuild Your Own Institutions
Build schools where African languages are mediums of science. Build think tanks where ancestral wisdom sits with artificial intelligence. Create spaces where success is measured not by assimilation, but by alignment with purpose, heritage and dignity.
Victory is not when your child gets accepted into a private school. It’s when they walk into that school, fully African, fully excellent and never ever forget where home is. The most sacred success is not upward mobility. It’s rooted mobility.Not merely having more but becoming more without losing yourself. Because if you trade your soul for a seat at the table, you haven’t won. You’ve just learned how to disappear… politely.
Khanyisile Dhlomo, the daughter of Dr Oscar Dhlomo, SG of IFP was the first blackwoman to read SABCTV1 English news in 1991. She was born in Mbumbulu in 1973, went to Durban Girls'College and Wits. She married Mkhize in 1992. She is now a businesswoman.
Masandawana family, let’s be kind to Saleng and show him support. What happened to this boy is bad and he no longer feels safe. The sport that he loves nearly got him killed 💔.
Mi mamá dejó a mi papá después de 30 años para "encontrarse a sí misma".
Se fue con un instructor de yoga de 28 años.
Mi papá no gritó. No suplicó. Ni pidió explicaciones. Solo dijo: "Que te vaya bien".
En los meses siguientes, aprendió a cocinarse, se compró la moto que ella no le dejaba tener, remodeló el quincho y tomó clases de salsa.
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