U.S. Presidential hopeful deliberate on poverty.

The Public Broadcasting Station aired the different views on both poverty, Aids and education all of them claiming that the African American community needs fair and increased resources to bridge the gap that exist. Both Senator Obama and John Edwards agreed that the stigmas has to be removed and people have to talk about these issues. The senators and govenors stressed the need for early education going down to as far as 4 years.

Speaking to a packed predominantly black American audience which included Rev Al Sharpton and many influential leaders. Most speakers blamed the Bush administration for wrong priorites which leads to failure of heathy care which victimises the poor and minority who in are this case are blacks. Hillary Clinton the wife of former U.S. President moved the crowd to their feet when she said " If aids and poverty were affecting young white woman they would be an out cry in America. She said this admin has failed to address equality.

The host Tavis Smiley the host of his own show made a good joke when he compared senator Joe Biden to Paris Hilton. When asked about the state and way forwad for new Orleans all the senators were quick to say less has been done and more could be done because this is an American city and deserve better . Mr John also latched at he biilion dollar industries like the Haliburton and so did Obama who is not just black man but also a son of black african man form Kenya. From taxes to the war, jobs, education and minium wage almost all expressed the need for an accountable systematic way. Trade agreements, outsourcing jobs and from overseas the senators one after another seemed to agree that there is need to have a siutable enviroment for preserving jobs here at home.

Mr Richardson, the governer of New Mexico, expressed disapointment at the whitehouse for not doing enough for Dufur genocid. At the end Mr. Obama said its not just Dufu that need help, Among, Zimbabwe, Kenya to menchion a few.

Insight to Chief Justice.

Any privilege one gets, he or she needs to honor or at least acknowledge his or her heroes otherwise such a privilege amounts to nothing. In this platform which God has give me both to record my life events "diary' and to connect to the community, I will seek to use it condemn and condone , to build and to tear. Like a carpenter using his tools. Sometimes in a world such as ours there is need to be blunt, and straight to the point though not too many might be pleased. I Cannot always avoid politics and other cutting issues of our day in the society.

Being a considerable fair person myself, I  gained  the name Chief Justice way back during my high school years at Sizane Secondary School. I  did everything to fight the nickname. Some of  you who have nicknames know what happens when you fight one. I made a terrible mistake and from that time on I never fight any nickname. This is not a praise name, when ever some call me "Chief" like most of my friends do, something happens inside me. In short its a burden,  for me to have this name meant that I was defeated. Its like putting a mark on a bull. Strong men have to hold it and a hot iron bar has to be run through the forehead, or anywhere they want to mark it .

However much the name has driven me to this day i blame my high school friends among them Njabulo Nxumalo we used to call Njebs, Loyd Ndlovu, Makhosini Dlamin, Wellington Moyo known as Giza, Lovemore Moyo as Morre, Vusumizi Moyo, Maqhawe Mathabiswana, Mduduzi Maphosa, Vusumuzi Ncube, Rafael Sithole , Mandlenkosi Sikhosana also know as Mamba just to mention a few. I am especially mad at Njebs because he began this thing first naming me Captain and having the guts to say 'we now promote you to be the Chief Justice. 'God knows how angry I was that moment I could have chocked somebody, but with these above mentioned guys it was wasting time.

The whole school was going to know me by this name. Need I mention that when I was doing track and soccer I had my own soccer fans who religiously devoted themselves to watch me. I never disappointed them at any time. I earned their loyalty. I must say as much as I was good student in class, the sports disciplines made me a better person. I enjoyed representing my house and  my school and my finally zone. I would do that all over again given another chance.

Back to the name Chief , this name like wild fire has over gown me. From the time it was given the name something happen in me  I felt a huge burden and at the same time felt overwhelmed by this title. But however I got the name be it by design or conversion it would seem as if the person who uttered these words must have been a vessel ,a seer, or a prophetic messenger of some kind. This I say because many other nicknames i was given did not last. Only  this one. I never told it to one soul. In my journals I have chosen it because its the closest name to my character . It could also be that I come from the lineage of Chiefs. Among them Chief Ngungumbane of Ngungumbane area in Midlands.

The late member of parliament Cde Amos Mkhwananzi of Tsholotsho , Chief Douglas Mkhwananzi a former Zifa Chairman. This is to mention a few. History has it that one of King Lobengulas, wifes was maMkhwananzi. I was just trying to make sense of these things. A real life Chief listens to people,s concerns and problems and uses the wisdom to judge. The chief is not the King, the king owns all. The  Chief is subject to the King and the chief is appointed by the King who is not appointed but is born.

Drawing wisdom,  judgement  and insight I will seek to use it here to bridge the gap between the young and old wise and foolish , the educated and those that are less educated. A king rules even the ants in his kingdom. For today its enough ! No man should bit his own drum.

The Zimbabwe we love.

Our Pride is lost!


Many of us who have been away from the land of our birth Zimbabwe. It almost feels like a century now. When we hear how much the country has changed and sadly changed for the worst. We cannot but help cry the beloved. . We that loved and cherished Zimbabwe as our motherland are tone in between, when we think about the state of affairs now. The memories we have. We were proud people who religiously devoted themselves to their history, culture as well as the natural resources.

Its not very long ago when other African used to come and shop in the land. The land between Zambezi and Limpopo was a haven to a lot of foreigners across the region. In this very period of time the nation was just few years. Like most developing countries in Africa and the third world, Zimbabwe was still a work in progress. For most us who grew up in big cities, we often overlook a lot of things the rest of the was country going through.

Zimbabwe like many third world countries is divided into two, thanks to the colonial masters. They never saw the urgent need top develop the whole land infrastructural essentials like roads, hospitals, schools, dams, and means of communication. The country back was developing at its own. The new government which was not as much experienced in many areas was eager to improve those essential areas of development. Apart from using them as campaign tools, we needed them.

Despite the political and civil unrest of the early 80's. The country was full of hopes and dreams. Whatever the previous government had left was shining, and maintained at least. There was room for improvement. Integration and black empowerment was slow. The big cities were in good condition. The Railway stations and bus lines were functional.

Its hard to strike a balance growth, neglect, progress and lose of it.  I was just eight years old at independence in 1980.
It seems to me that for many outside the country like me who have been away for so long, now have two pictures of Zimbabwe. The previous one and the present. Our labor in foreign lands and investments back home are divided. The Atlantic and the Indian oceans stands in between. In our dreams we are Zimbabweans, yet when woke up we are sad to realize  our pride is lost.

Soweto Students not forgotten.

The 16 of june is still will always be remebered as a dark day for those of us with South African ties. This day is what is known as Sharpville massacare, this is when hundreds of students took to the street to protest againist learning Afrikans as a compulsory subject language at shools. they frustrated a strategical designed plan to breed oppression and hate.

Afrikans a language that was spoken by less than a fraction of the population, and was mainly used as a tool for apartheid or segregation. It must be remembered that the freedom most of which Africa enjoys was brought about by students. It is in this respect that we that live and enjoy freedom and equality must know that it never came on a silver plate.

I want to pay tribute to the spirit of Soweto students who aganist machine guns and bombs refused to give in even paying the ultimate price. Africa owes a lot many young of courage and inspiration whose vision went beyond their personal comfort but for the entire human kind.

Even thousands of miles away we salute these heroes, thank Soweto.

Chief Justice.