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[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@MaryKayCabot Mary its just one game. You have covered Deshaun for all these years.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@dalvinthetruth Its just one game bro. Deshaun has to show consistency and stay healthy. When Shadeur was not with the Browns , Deshaun played like ass. Now he is feeling the pressure which is a good thing.

[Collin Mavangira @collinvance13]

@AfroGrowth360 This is Zimbabwe.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@edmnangagwa Let vene build it not madeals like the Karoo investment. Shona people accuse Lobengula of "selling" the country. You will be accused of the same Zimbabweans alone can rescue Zimbabwe.learn from the Japanese and Chinese. let's have a serious Minister of vene investors.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@ZBCNewsonline Mutumwa Mawere died in SA. Start with Zimbabweans first

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@ZBCNewsonline Lies, where is Strive Masiyiwa and James Manyika?

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@kerinamujati Its an uphill task for him. His fellow comrades have been unalived and removed from critical spots.The Rhodesia network is running things. He waited too long.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@ESPNCleveland Shadeur will take Browns to the playoffs and y'all will eat crow. Even if Jesus Christ played for the Browns, this media in Cleveland is a disaster.

[HON Job Wiwa Sikhala @JobSikhala1]

This has been happening for centuries and in modern history but the forces of darkness finally fell. Ian Smith declared never in a thousand years, Robert Mugabe declared he will rule from the grave, apartheid South Africa killed tortured and jailed with impunity, Mobutu Sese Seko declared himself God who gives and takes life, Nigel Bedel Bokassa, suppressed without brakes, Charles Taylor feasted on human palms saying human meat is tasty and soft, Sani Abacha liquidated opponents defying everyone, Idi Amin declared himself the conquerer of human life, Kamuzu Banda made everyone in Malawi to believe that if you think bad about him even if you are in the forest he will know it and he will kill you. The list is endless. The end result is the same. Tragic downfall of the wicked forces of darkness!!!

[HON Job Wiwa Sikhala @JobSikhala1]

It never happened in memory history that forces of darkness succeed. They always get defeated. Defeat they shall face!!!

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@CoventryCityFC @Carabao_Cup Go get Jadon Sancho and Benzema Super Frank before you get fired next Monday

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@drDendere Famba mwanawevhu.

[Chipo Dendere @drDendere]

I had a wonderful and productive visit at SAIS. It was such a joy to present my work. The book tour has been very fruitful.

[Phillip Dube @DubePH]

My family came to Zambia in 1962, about ten years before I was born. The reasons were never explained to me in a way that settled neatly into a story. I only knew fragments: that my maternal grandfather worked for Rhodesia Railways, that during the time of the Federation he had been stationed in Lusaka, and that my mother had gone ahead with the children before my father followed. The rest was carried in silences and half-finished sentences.
What I do know is this: my father fell in love with the land.
He did not hesitate. He went straight into farming, as if the soil itself had called to him. By the time I was born, our life there already had roots. The fields were familiar, the seasons predictable, and our home stood as if it had always been meant to be there.
In the years before Zimbabwe’s independence, our house was never just a house. It was a quiet crossing point in a larger, more dangerous world. My parents were involved with ZIPRA in ways that were spoken about carefully and often in lowered voices. It was during those years that I first learned the word Chairlady, because my mother was one. Money would disappear from the house in small, careful amounts. Bags of mealie-meal, chickens, and other supplies would leave just as quietly.
And sometimes, men would arrive.
They were freedom fighters, home from the camps for a short rest. They carried themselves differently—tired, watchful, but proud. My mother would kill a chicken and cook for them, and suddenly our simple table would feel important. They were treated like visitors of great rank, and in a way, they were. Even as a child, I could feel that these men carried the weight of something bigger than themselves.
Then one of my brothers joined ZAPU and ZIPRA and went to the camp.
From that day on, worry lived permanently in my mother’s face. She tried to hide it, but it showed in the way she paused too long when she listened to the radio, and in the way her eyes followed the road whenever footsteps passed our yard.
The night I remember most came in 1979.
We were getting ready for bed when the house changed its mood. My parents’ voices, usually calm and unhurried, turned sharp and urgent. They moved quickly, speaking in whispers that still sounded loud in the quiet of the evening. Our names were called, one after another, and before we could ask what was wrong, we were told to put on whatever we could find and come outside.
The night air was cold and heavy against my skin. There was no moon. The sky felt low and dark, and the only light we had was the weak beam of a torch in my father’s hand and the distant glow of cooking fires far away. We walked fast—almost running—along the familiar path to our neighbour’s house. No one cried, but fear was with us, clear and tight in our chests. I felt it in the way my hand was held too firmly, and in the way my parents kept turning their heads to look behind us.
When we reached the house, the adults spoke quickly and in low voices. Then my parents knelt in front of us. Their faces were serious in a way I had never seen before.
We were told we would sleep there for the night. We were also told that if anyone came asking questions, we must speak only the language of that household. We nodded, even though we did not really understand. My mother hugged me, then my father did the same, too quickly, as if staying longer was dangerous. And then they were gone.
Not long after, the night was torn open by sound.
At first, it was a distant thud, so far away it could almost have been thunder. Then another came. And another. Each one seemed heavier than the last. The ground felt as if it shifted beneath us. Somewhere on the horizon, a dull orange light briefly touched the sky, and the adults in the house fell silent.
No one explained anything. No one had to.
We lay on the floor, awake, listening. Between the explosions, the world seemed to hold its breath. Dogs barked in the distance, then went quiet again. We were told not to move, not to speak.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@JobSikhala1 Instead of infrastructure development, science and technology. They expend energy on cars, politiburo meetings, praise singers etc. Traore in 4 years has revamped Burkina Faso's global outreach. Nuclear power soon. Emancipation of his people.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@NewsHawksLive Batshele! These ignorant people. Instead of focusing on infrastructure, technology and a pan African economic model. infatuation of the past that emboldened slavery then colonial conquests by a fewer Europeans is sad. Zimbabwe has more PHD holders, why not plot a bright future

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@Mozeee22 @Jamwanda2 In your imagination.That's fine. I m talking about reality my guy. The greatest example of emancipation of people is Capt Ibrahim Traore. Zvimwe zvese dzave nharo. Emancipate your people by devolving power not doing what caused the European man easy access to Africa.muka!

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@mukuru101010 That is the idiotic notion of triangulation of power by a tribe. The most effective way to recolonization.The reasons why Ethiopians were never colonized is not only their mountains but wisdom of their kings Johannes IV , Twedros and Menelik II. Which Haile Selaise continued.

[tim4730@ @tim4730]

@MaryKayCabot @NextGenStats Mary you are a rage baiter! Lolest. At this point you are just trolling.