Ndakambogara neimwe khule yangu soo, munhu aida zve fight iyeye.
One day tichienda ku glen norah ndiye anga aine mari ye kombi ini ndaive mupfanha around form 1.
Conductor akanoti chibhadharai, zvikanzi ne chibaba “isu tobhadhara tasvika” tasvika pa bus stop mari bvayabvunzwa
Do we actually have very toxic work environments or people of this day and era we have options so we are quick to switch and leave ?
Have you ever worked at a very toxic environment?
What used to happen to call it toxic ?
Did you leave or you endured for money or growth ?
How do you encourage others to deal with toxic work environments?
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I spent TWO YEARS chasing the wrong girl……..
while the right one was quietly choosing me the whole time and I was too blind to see all the signals presented to me.
January 1991. Form 3 just opened.
Me & my best friend? Not looking for textbooks, doing love scouting.
We spot TWO girls under the school park.
Not just girls, love problems in human form.
I whispered:
“Chief, we must act immediately before other departments recruit.”
Emergency meeting called. No minutes taken. Pure panic.
Unbeknown to me, my friend had already done pre-season signing.
Neighbour from Edinburgh Road. Pre-existing contract. No transfer fee.
So this “discussion” I’m having? Just a ceremonial handshake 🤝😂
I asked him, “Which one are you taking?”
He hesitates like a man choosing between life and electricity bill.
He picks his neighbour.
I take the other one like it’s the last plate at a wedding.
Now, let me explain the league tables.
Her- from C Section. Respectable.
Me - from A Section… Esinenini. One-room economy. ( Hwange crew will understand better here😀)
Even her being “closer” to my level, she was still out of my tax bracket.
But love said: “Budget? What budget?”
From that day, I entered a 2-year unpaid internship in Love Department.
No contract. No salary. No confirmation letter. Just hope.
Marriage is something else.
You can be in a full silent war at home.
Not talking.
Avoiding eye contact.
Walking past each other like strangers.
Sleeping on the opposite edges of the bed.
But you still leave money for groceries.
Because the enemy must still eat.
And you hear someone say, marriage is not an achievement. 😀
It has 3 functions
1) Men like to pee on dynamic things so it helps men aim correctly as entertainment
2) It melts on contact with urine hence dilutes the urine (less smell) and washes it down drain.
3) Bacteria is dormant at very cold temps so again helps stop SMELLS from bacteria.
I just reread this piece. Gaaaadam Zimbabwe is a Crime scene. Best way to hide information from Black folks is putting it in a LONG article. Please read.
I hear Chamisa’s photo was used in the Nkulumane by-election by his sworn enemies to better their lot. Whilst that sleazy stunt is beneath contempt, it raises the unsettling prospect that he may one day be pitted against his own face. When you have a ZEC that sees nothing wrong with this bottom of the barrel behavior, you must kiss goodbye to the prospects of a proper election in Zimbabwe.
Being an eldest Muzukuru is a full-time job, I didn't know I'm the one responsible for running my maternal family functions, be it funerals, weddings, etc. Yikes! And everyone else would be looking up to you to hear from you.
Zimbabwe’s dairy sector is growing, but the pace of growth is being held back by high costs and too much government regulation.
National Competitiveness Commission director Brighton Shayanewako says to run a dairy operation, you need 26 different permits from multiple agencies