Dear Wicknell,
Thank you for your generous words about my professional work and for your kind acknowledgment of my wife. I appreciate your recognition of the dedication with which I discharged the briefs entrusted to me.
My wife and I have carefully considered your announcement and must respectfully decline the vehicle and both cash gifts.
For clarity, we last spoke in June 2024, and I have undertaken no professional work for you since then. The historical work to which your tribute refers was performed in my professional capacity and paid for in full. My remuneration was for services actually rendered.
Your announcement came as a complete surprise, without prior notice or discussion. Given the distance that has developed between us since our last conversation, the substantial nature of the gifts, and their express connection to past professional services, I must approach this gesture with particular care.
Zimbabwe’s Legal Practitioners’ Code of Conduct requires us to preserve our integrity, safeguard our professional independence and maintain public confidence in the profession. The International Bar Association’s principles and the International Commission of Jurists’ writings likewise emphasise that a lawyer’s professional judgment must remain independent and free from conflicting personal interests.
Applying those standards to these circumstances, I consider it necessary to decline benefits that could reasonably create a perception of personal financial obligation extending beyond a concluded and fully remunerated professional engagement. My wife and I attach great importance to preserving both our professional standing and public confidence in our independence.
The independence reflected in your generous tribute is a responsibility I must continue to uphold.
Please receive our decision in the respectful spirit in which it is conveyed. We appreciate the generosity expressed and your acknowledgment of my past work. Our decision is nevertheless firm: we will not accept the vehicle or either of the cash gifts.
We wish you well and trust that you will understand and respect our position.
Advocate Dr Lewis Uriri
Good morning 5am club. When life favors you, please don’t think others are lazy. Lend a hand. Light another candle. Drop a ladder down to help those who need it to climb up.🌺
Fellow Zimbabweans,
I come to you at this unusual hour, my heart heavy with sorrow.
I am in pain that I might not see the new Zimbabwe after Emmerson, but I take solace in the hope that you will continue the faith for a free and prosperous nation - the Zimbabwe I fiercely fought for.
I have walked a difficult path, one filled with pain and sacrifice. Like many of you, I joined this struggle at a tender age.
We fought fierce battles, and the memories of our dear comrades who fell to the enemy’s guns and bombs still haunt us.
But this did not deter us; it fortified our resolve.
Each of us hoped to witness a better Zimbabwe, one where every dream counted. The colonial system was oppressively and socially, economically, and politically discriminatory,
The oppressors stole our dignity, our humanity, and our livelihoods.
We bled to reclaim what was rightfully ours, our dignity, identity, and humanity.
I salute all the heroes of our liberation struggle, both alive and departed.
To those who gave their lives, let me assure you: you did not die in vain. Your aspirations will soon be realised.
When we recognised that Mugabe had betrayed the covenant forged in our battle for this country, we made the decision to remove him in November 2017, filled with hope for a government that would correct those wrongs.
I have since apologised for my role in that removal.
Yet, what followed has been a nightmare. Mnangagwa has fared even worse, completely neglecting the values we fought for.
As Vice President Constantino Chiwenga said, we fought for a country where everyone has a place at the table.
Yet today, we witness unprecedented levels of corruption, with Emmerson, his sons, and a select few like Kuda Tagwirei, Wicknell Chivhayo, and Scott Sakupwanya pillaging our nation.
The Zviganandas have captured the State. They are robbing this country dry. They are stealing from you, from your children, and from your future.
We are witnessing a collapse of public institutions, cronyism, and nepotism like we’ve never seen before.
Last year, I exposed their corrupt activities and called for collective action to remove Emmerson from power. But shamefully, using surrogates like Ziyambi Ziyambi and Virginia Mabhiza, he seeks to reward himself with more years to loot our land dry.
This will never happen. I vow to fight this from the grave. Vana Ziyambi muchamhanya chete.
As I reflect on my journey, my heart aches, not from despair, but from overwhelming hope that you, the people of Zimbabwe, will unite to reclaim our land from the self-serving and corrupt leaders of today.
In a nation rich in potential and mineral wealth, I have seen many of you break down in despair.
We have suffered under the weight of betrayal, and yet, we have risen in defiance. Our dream is within reach.
Brothers, sisters, comrades, and friends, the path we have walked together is paved with tears.
Last year, as I stood before you, I proclaimed, “We will not rest until those who loot our resources are brought to justice!”
Those words were not mere rhetoric; they reflected our collective pain and yearning for freedom.
I have demanded that our leaders understand the burdens you bear, the hunger, the heartbreak, the dreams deferred. We cannot allow the thieves in power to rob us of our future.
With each shout against corruption, I felt the spirit of our fallen heroes rise within us, urging us to reclaim our birthright.
As Vice President Chiwenga wisely warned, “A nation that allows corruption to flourish is doomed to fail.”
Our fight is against Emmerson and his corrupt cabal; we must not allow them to crush our spirits.
Together, we hold the power to demand change and ignite a new world for our children.
As I speak to you now, I feel my energy sapping; I might not be here tomorrow, next week, or next month.
Yet, I will be gratified, knowing I fought a noble war and that you will carry it forward to remove Emmerson and end the plunder of our country.
Sad news to share with you, X friends.
I had tremors start in January 2025 in my left hand, with stiffness coming soon after.
In March 2025 my first child was born and I had my first MRI. I had three more MRIs last year after the first one.
In November, based on symptoms, I got prescribed medicine for Parkinson’s (levodopa) which helped with my tremors (now left arm and left leg), making it highly likely that I had Parkinson’s. I take this medicine 3x a day, every 5 hours, and by that last hour it has definitely worn off.
On December 23, I had a nuclear DaTscan and on December 25 I found out the dopamine activity in part of my brain was about 90% below normal.
On January 16 (four days ago), I had a follow up with my neurologist, and that was the first time I heard the words, “you have Parkinson’s disease”.
Going to do everything I can to prioritize exercise, diet, and sleep, to slow progression.
I had always planned on retiring in my 40s, but not like this. Hoping I can work for at least 10 more years because we’re probably going to need more money than I had originally planned.
I’m mostly optimistic but also scared about my and my families future.
It’s a new and very weird feeling to be totally uncomfortable in my own body, there is a large part of “me”, that doesn’t feel like “me” anymore.
Wish me luck, or say a prayer for me, if that’s your jam: I appreciate it.
It was 2 AM on a Tuesday. My phone rang. I was annoyed. I answered, ready to yell. "Mom?" a voice sobbed. "Mom, I don't know what to do. He left me. He took the car. I'm at the gas station on 4th and I have nowhere to go." I froze. I don't have a daughter. I’m a 50-year-old bachelor with a cat. "Honey," I said gently. "You have the wrong number." Silence. Then a terrifying wail. "Oh god. I’m sorry. I have nobody." She was about to hang up. "Wait!" I shouted. "Don't hang up." I’m a big guy. Tattoos. Beard. Not exactly a comforting figure. But I knew 4th street. It’s not safe at night. "I’m not your dad," I said. "But I’m coming to get you. Sit inside the store. Stay on the phone with me." I drove down there in my pajamas. I found a 19-year-old girl sitting on the curb, shaking. I didn't try to fix her life. I didn't lecture her. I took her to the 24-hour diner. I bought her pancakes and coffee. I sat there while she cried for two hours. Then I called her grandmother, who lived two towns over. I waited until her grandma pulled up to get her. Before she got in the car, the girl hugged me. "Thanks, Dad," she slipped up. Then she smiled. "I mean... thanks, stranger." I went home and fed my cat. I never heard from her again. But every time I pass that diner, I say a little prayer for her. Be the person you needed when you were younger.
Anonymous
Hey, fam.
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A viral clip has exposed Holy Ten and a blogger topping up their Mercedes Benz with just $5 fuel after reportedly running out!
According to witnesses, Holy Ten allegedly tried to bribe the cameraman with $100 to stop filming the embarrassing moment. The footage still made it out, and things escalated fast.
Instead of damage control, the blogger hopped on IG and threw shade at the guy recording, accusing him of being gay.
Magunanzi
😆 🤣 Zimbabwe never runs out of words,this particular word stuck onto me 😆 🤣 l spent days with 4 of my young brothers in law vanaMatemai and the language l heard was alien.
You got to love anaTsano vangu,hanzi Baba Chanty pakuda Magunanzi apa 😆 🤣 😂
Anyway enjoy the Video but don't do drugs.
After graduating I chose to go work at UBH in Bulawayo. Got on overnight train, arrived around 9am. Got to the hospital, did the tour etc. 3pm, they inform me that they were not going to provide me with accommodation as we had agreed. Picked my suitcase & hitch-hiked back to Harare.
I was in Gweru some time before midnight. There was nothing going to Hre. Eventually, this truck comes along. The driver says "Wangu unomwa here, because muno umu munotoda vanomwa nekubhema"
Got into the thing. I think he was coming from delivering matehwe kuBata. I can't even describe the stench. Dude had a coolerbox rema lager & more. All he said was "Rova, iwe unonotenga tapinda mu Chegutu"
That was the first time I heard this song from Soma Mafia. Dude was hyping this song & I wasn't feeling it at all apa he wld repeat "Warizwa here bass?" By the time we got to Kwekwe ndini ndandakuto rewinder.
We arrived in Harare around 3-4am. He dropped me just opposite Munhumutapa building. Took my suitcase, he got out and we fist bumped semarasta. As I was walking away he commited the cardinal sin. Akuti rega ndimboweta. All this was in the eyes of the guys who guard that Mugabe office 😭
Story for another day.....
Good afternoon, @TeamFuloZim . Lazying around this bank holiday Monday.
I have been craving for Kariba bream,one of the best species of fish in the world.
I have stuffed it with tomato,onion,garlic and rubbed it down with my secret #NjanjaFishSeasoning .
Later is gonna be greater .
This is so beautiful, watching a great musician and legend pass the baton to the next generation.
The young man singing last night is Kurai Makore, the son of Thomas Mapfumo’s younger brother.
So emotional to witness an African passing on the baton, something that our leaders fail to do!
A living legacy carried forward in song; the baton of Chimurenga does not die, it only changes hands. That is how leadership should be, mudhara has led by example!
From start to finish. A true journo knows to keep deadlines for the paper to come out on time.😛 Anyway it’s been a great joy from start to finish. Good luck to everyone else. Fun was had! Much love….
#JournalistsCookOffZW
Robert Mukondiwa @zimrobbie entered the #JournalistsCookOffZW like a man on a mission. 😂😂😂👏🏽
Went rural. Picked the goat. Slaughtered it.
Now he’s at the sink, washing zvinyenze with full ancestral precision. 🐐🔥 Tsitsitsitsitsi
He declared:
“While the competition sleeps, this Chief Nyamasvisva, Mlevu, Ndlovu, Inkosi is finessing the innards right now @KingJayZim@TeamFuloZim and you’ll wake up to my Olympic headstart!”
That doesn’t sound a flex to me! That’s a warning.
🕒 Deadline is Sunday 15 June at 15:00hrs ,but #TeamFuloZim is deep in conversations after a flood of extension requests. We’re watching the clock. Carefully. @Lialarsen@Vie_matongo@babatafi
Let’s see who else has fire in their hands.
Moto Moto 🔥🔥🔥
While the competition sleeps this Chief Nyamasvisva, Mlevu, Ndlovu, Inkosi is finessing the innards right now @KingJayZim@TeamFuloZim and you’ll wake up to my Olympic headstart!