Mugabe told us, wani:
“This one has no friends.”
And now the running is done.
He was never a businessman.
Because a businessman can explain the business.
The money has a road.
It leaves footprints.
Invoices. Contracts. Customers. Tax.
But when the money arrives dressed as “donations,”
when the cars become “gifts,”
when the jet appears,
when millions seem to move through a life
without anybody explaining where the river begins—
eventually,
the questions arrive.
The ZEC money.
The millions.
The cars.
The jet.
The gifts.
The sudden holiness.
Questions waiting patiently at the door.
And when the smell became too strong,
distance became fashionable.
Youth League first.
Lawyers next.
Then the photographs stopped coming.
Power knows how to dispose of what it has finished using.
Like a used condom—
useful in the moment,
awkward afterwards,
wrapped in tissue,
flushed,
gone.
So burn the T-shirt.
Because this is the tragedy of the runner:
he mistook access for ownership.
He mistook sitting beside power
for possessing it.
But proximity to the throne
does not make you king.
Power used him.
Wrung him dry.
And when the questions became louder than his usefulness,
power simply moved its chair.
The hoodie still looks expensive.
The plane still looks expensive.
The cars still look expensive.
But the oldest question in the room
was never answered by money.
Mugabe had already asked it for us:
When the running ends,
when the photographs disappear,
when the powerful stop answering the phone;
who are your friends then??
I hope Mapfumo got done paid!
In 2003, feminist journalist Norah Vincent spent 18 months living as a man in a social experiment to see if life was really easier for men.
She ended up in a psychiatric hospital instead.
Disguising herself as a man named "Ned," she altered her voice, flattened her chest, and wore prosthetics to pass as male in everyday life.
She joined a men's bowling league, lived in a monastery, and even went on dates with women.
Expecting to expose male privilege, she instead discovered men who were lonely, emotionally shut down, and shown no sympathy by anyone.
After 18 months as a man, Norah suffered a severe depressive breakdown and voluntarily checked into a psychiatric facility.
She concluded that "men are suffering," admitting the experience made her appreciate being a woman more than ever.
She struggled with depression for the rest of her life. On July 6, 2022, Norah Vincent died by assisted suicide in Switzerland. She was 53.
THIS IS HUGE 🚨🇮🇱🇺🇸
Over 1,000 hand-picked Christian pastors have been brought to Israel for intensive training to defend Israel and combat antisemitism at ANY COST.
Now they’ll return home with one mission: shape a NEW GENERATION into unwavering supporters of Israel.
A proper old man song, cools your nerves, properly pampers on long drives, or on a warm sunny Sunday afternoon at home; with your curtains drawn, the sheers dancing in the light cool breeze.
5 years of Fabrice.
Tension unfolded during a conference after PLO Lumumba reportedly became upset when he was asked to pause his presentation to pave the way for the arrival of Kisumu Governor Prof. Anyang’ Nyong’o. The renowned scholar subsequently walked off the stage, leaving the audience watching in surprise.
Good morning to my followers and my online supporters
I don't ever want to take your support for granted. 🙏
I know I'm not entitled to anyone's money. No one owes me anything, and yet so many of you have given quietly, generously, again and again.
From the bottom of my heart ❤️ thank you.
I feel every contribution, every share, every kind word.🙏🙏
I'm asking because I'm desperate.
I can't work right now.
I'm fighting battles most people never have to think about, and every day without help is another day of suffering I don't know how to escape on my own.
I'm not asking for pity.
I'm asking for help to stop suffering, to get my life back, to stop feeling like my body is something I'm at war with every single day.
I can't give up.
So I'm asking you, once more, to keep standing with me.
Thank you for every reason you've already given me to keep fighting❤️❤️
MPESA: 0795 526 072 (Mary Githinji)
Mchanga: https://t.co/wT3y4hQvcp
Good morning to my followers, supporters and beautiful people of Kenya 🫶🏻🥹
The Harambee didn’t go the way I hoped 😭😭
Only two of you showed up in person 🥹and it hurt more that I expected.
We raised a total of Kes 1.2M yesterday. I am grateful ❤️
I am not sure if I should give up on this life and never bother any of my family or any of you😭🥹
Hio venue nlikua nmelipiwa na well wisher from this platform na sikuweza kujaza 🥹😭
I feel like I failed him
I have a total of around Kes 2.5M so far
Sijui what to do next or to do with this money
Miguu zimefura and my one hand is numb
Should I continue posting or just wait for my fate ?😭
Nachoka tu pole pole
I'm already at the venue.
But right now, the seats are still mostly empty, and I won't lie, I'm worried.
To everyone on X who said you'd come, are you still on your way? I'm here, waiting, hoping to finally meet the people who've carried me this far.
Please don't let me sit here alone. 🙏
MPESA number: 0795 526 072 (Mary Githinji)
Too much talent on one stage! 🇨🇩🇨🇩🇨🇩
Vocal King - Tabu Ley 🕊
King of La sape- Papa Wemba🕊
The Angelic Voice - Carlyto Lassa🕊
Now they are all gone and united🕊🕊💔
Each and everyone had their own vocal strength and knew best when to use their vocal weapons. They immortalised their lives using music! They shall forever be remembered! They live on through music
Given a chance to choose only one artist you could go for a live show happening at the same time, which one would you go to?