I was a student at UCT last year and I shot my first video ever with the attached screenshots using my friend’s bmw m240i. I made two videos (I’ll publish them next year) from that same shoot with 2 different vibes. First series is focused on just the cars, 2nd series (Sunset cruise club) is focused on the landscapes, location & lighting just a much as the cars. So I basically have episode 1 of sunset cruise club : Cape Town, I’m looking for the right car to shoot for episode 2 which is sunset cruise club : Harare. The idea is through the car to show the city & landscapes as well so not only do I need an interesting car to introduce Harare but a very patient owner who’s willing to go to different locations & shoot at the best lighting conditions etc. tbh I wanted to shoot episode 2 for Zimbabwe in the eastern highlands but budget & logistics wise it’s just out of reach. The other series requires less effort though so any other folks willing to do a shoot with their car we can do something, but the 2nd series is strictly about shooting the best possible film to represent a whole city & its car scene at its best.

As I haven’t been in Harare in a long time I’m also looking for location recommendations you guys think would make Harare look killer especially at sunset or night time. Any alley, gas station, street, lake, dam etc whatever I’m out of date with locations please help. I doubt I’ll do daylight shoots for the 2nd series it for first series it’s okay. For those with cars and patience (or know someone with a cool whip) please do reach out & create some art. I really want to showcase the motherland & this is the only way I know how!

I can’t believe it. I ask myself “ndini here uyu ?” every few hours but yes I did it. released my debut novel. it’s a series and I’m almost done with the second book. I just want to share my joy with other zimbos who understand how big this is. I’d also like your support. I’ve tried getting people to buy but iiiii… idk if its because it’s dark fantasy or because people don’t read lately or its because to get the paperback in Zim shipping fee is a lot. there is a kindle version of the book though. ill just leave the link here and hope for the best: https://a.co/d/0geLOyf6

here is the overview: In Crimson Falls, possession is punishable by death.

The Seekers are sworn to enforce the law. When demons emerge from the shadows, there is little room for mercy and even less for mistakes. Anyone suspected of harbouring one of these creatures is as good as condemned.

But when Michael survives an encounter no one should survive, the laws the Seekers have sworn to uphold begin to look far less certain.

Beyond the mortal world, seven Elder Demons rule the Nether, bound by rivalries older than humanity. Now, one of their own has gone rogue, and the hunt for him threatens to draw the mortal world into an ancient struggle for power.

As violence spreads and the Seekers struggle to contain the growing threat, the line between monster and victim begins to blur. Mercy may cost lives. Loyalty may become a weakness. And the power to save someone may be inseparable from the power to destroy them.

With Crimson Falls on the brink of catastrophe, the Seekers must confront an enemy who understands their weaknesses better than they understand his.

In a world where suspicion can be a death sentence, innocence may not be enough to survive.

Crimson Falls: The Ascendant is a dark fantasy of ancient demons, forbidden power, impossible survival, and the devastating price of choosing who deserves to live.

Why do we judge women for loving men with money but we don't judge men who go for younger women in the name of Purity ? Tinototanga kuvati ma gold diggers but varume vanoita hasha vakanzi marombe. Would you want your girl child to date rombe ?

I did my final Standup Comedy show of the year in Harare at HICC and we filled the room again.. Meaning in just 2 shows I have performed for over a thousand people in Harare this year.

Could this be the beginning of big things?

Even had Ammara Brown in attendance.

Out of curiosity my fellow Zimbos: It's Monday morning you've just walked into work, and get settled and open your inbox. How many emails did you get over the weekend for work, that you didn't open or have access to, until this morning? For me I came in to 89 emails from 8 email addresses, none of which are spam. Just an off pressure bantering question to get the week started.

Hi guys, for those who own or manage restaurants/cafés/bars, how did you go about the hiring process? Where did you post the job ads (or how did you find your employees?) and what's the industry standard for wages?

I'm in the process of opening a restaurant and i don't really know where to start regarding this. Some tips and advice would be really appreciated.

PS: looking for kitchen staff.

Car enthusiastics, give me a reason why i shouldn't by this car, im seeing it in the regions of 3500 to 5000 pa.market place, those who have experience with it ndiudzeiwo.ndisati ndaita mistake.

Something I've been thinking about regarding us Zimbabweans in the diaspora.

Many of us leave Zimbabwe in search of better opportunities and end up spending 10, 20 or even 30 years abroad. We build careers, raise families and establish our lives in these countries. Yet the ultimate dream often remains the same: work hard, build a house in Zimbabwe and eventually return home.

But does this mindset sometimes work against us?

Some of us spend decades renting where we actually live while investing heavily in houses back home that we occupy for only a few weeks each year. Meanwhile, our children grow up abroad, our livelihoods are established there, and the prospect of returning becomes increasingly uncertain.

There's also the psychological aspect. Are we living in a permanent state of temporary residence? We keep telling ourselves we're only here for now, so we never fully commit to building a future where we are. And after all those years, we risk becoming strangers in the countries we've settled in, while slowly becoming strangers back home too.

I understand the emotional attachment to Zimbabwe. But I wonder whether we're sometimes investing more in the idea of returning than in the reality of our present lives.

At what point does the country you've spent most of your adult life in become home?

And for those who've lived abroad for decades, is returning to Zimbabwe still a genuine plan, or has it become a comforting dream we keep postponing?

Genuinely interested in hearing different perspectives.

Hi guys, I’m from the UK and I wanted to send some groceries over to my Gogo in Zimbabwe. Does anyone have a list of businesses they’d recommend?

Just need one I can trust and will not over pay on items.

Has anyone any news on Albert Makasa, ex Police or Dickson Endelan Kachepa of Harare. I knew Albert in difficult times in 1992 and Dickson was a client of mine for many years. David W Aitken

For those who are interested. Note they are not vaccinated yet so you will have to do that after you get them at any SPCA.

Hello everyone,

Im looking to connect with anyone who can point me in the right direction in finding quality livestock in the Harare..Marondera areas..im looking for baby chickens..goats..piglets..cattle. Any help would be appreciated.

African Meditations

African Meditation 1

Oral Messaging

We gather around the gold-colored fire, our faces silhouetted against, the backdrop, of a starry night. We tell the same story, over and over again, enjoying it until it is cemented in our minds, never-fading like ball point ink.

The oral off our tongue, flows, painting picture of story’s past, nothing added. Events engrained deep in real-time. Our lives drama, carbon copied from mind to mind, generation to generation, molded by the heat of the fire into a stone scroll of truth.

The night weaves its invisible body out deep into the sky, bringing sparkle star disco to the heavens, and the women get up to dance, singing and calling for a story-teller to take us back to the words of ancient ancestor. They stomp their feet upon the earth and shake the ground, sending vibrations deep into, we men our hearts. Palpitating, we take our hands and translate the sound to goat skin covered drums. Far and wide our sound travels, calling on neighbors, friends and foes. This message, the story-teller time has come.

Our mother earth shaken and awaken by our call back to the past, brings a single cloud above and smiles a small drizzle of rain on us. The cooling beads of rain touch one, and the story-teller is named. His voice brings silence to the night, and gently and gradually fills our minds, and the peace, of the word, of our ancestors, delivers us to our dreams.

African Meditation 2

Reset Return to roots

We lived on the land, by the law of the land. Then they came. They came and took it all. Before their arrival, Kaguma warned us, that we would lose our land. He then paved the way with bread crumbs in our oral tradition on how we would get it all back. We allowed them time in our land, to settle, perchance to dream. We learn their ways, their books and culture, and found our fight, rising and uprising, with hopes and dreams, of a return to the old ways

These here, their buildings, we return to dust. These here, their roads we return to paths, pot-hole by pot-hole, we remove their structures. The old ways sing to us, calling us back to the land, back to the time, of equilibrium with the Mother Nature. When we won the war, they gave us power to govern, suits to wear in parliament, but refused to let go of their created economy.

Our fight continued, and we took their economy, now we tear and break it, so it is no more, and we return to the soil. To the old ways with no carbon foot prints, no connection to the machine, looking to the sky with endless time, for the promise of rain.

At night we light fires to cook crushed maize seed, avoiding the electric grid which we are slowly bringing down. We don’t need their electric power; our light comes from the above. Early morning we rise and wake up the sun, walk out into our fields, and work our land, till the sun tires, and falls from the sky.

African Meditation 3

Reaping the dream

We arise to the vibration of dawn, stirring awake, through the vocal cords of the birds. We look out into the distance, beyond the horizon, and beckon the Sun. Gently it climbs, with its orange hue spreading across the land, penetrating and removing the dusk. We turn our backs to the majestic light and walk out, to our fields, to give mother earth, its morning meal of seed.

We dance and sing to mother rain, to quench mother earth’s thirst. The seeds give birth, to plants, the latter reach up and out, spreading their winged leaves to eat of the sun. We air the soil, working out the body and mind, and laugh at the past, our driving 2 hours to the gym, to work the machine. We are one, with our mothers of nature, as we give to them they give to us.

In the distance cattle herders, whistle sweet notes to our stock of life, which graze with pride, fearing neither man nor predator. Our hoes strike the ground putting beat to our work song, as we all day long, tend our fields. The earth moves the sun slowly and gently from east to west. The birds begin their homeward flight, the sun has moved from our backs to our eyes, so we turn after one last salute to the fire in the sky, and turn our backs to it, as we follow the bird’s home.

The aroma of food flavored smoke greets our tired and stress free bodies as we, edge closer to our home, sweet home village. We smile, a full hearted smile, because we know as we work our fields, they also work us.

African Meditation 4

The Doctor Which

Our healer is a man of many herbs and spices. The power of his plants, finds the root of your ailment, and vacuums it out the system. The healer is also, the master of the mind, and knows what mental tools can guide it back to healthy thought.

He tends our minds, like we tend our fields, carefully and thoroughly rooting out weeds, and planting seeds of good thought.

They came with their holy book, and in exchange for the book they took the land, minerals, cows plus etc. The book preached about brotherhood, they practiced segregation. The book preached above love, they practiced hatred.

The book was the word of their ancestors, they told us not to communicate with ours. Kaguma our healer, who had eyes on the past present and future at the same time, told us, let their will be done, for our kingdom will return, and our time will come.

We gave them our sweat and toil, working with our eyes facing the sun. Life is full of twist and turns, and now comes our time, we return to the land, to live by the land. The doctor witch, tells us to forget about the white time, and focus on the present moment, be in the joy of the here and the now.

We take one last look at our past, the days of city, of car, of house. We see how selfish our nature had become, as we blinded ourselves to the natural balance, of land, Mother Nature and man, and chased the money instead. We drove nice cars as our brothers and sisters starved. We traveled to distant land, to return without presents, instead suitcases filled with profit in mind.

We lost respect for our elders, and looked for respect in our bling. We sat 4 by 4 in taxis, breathing in each other’s personal space, heading to towns, to search pavements for shops, with items we can sell to friends and family.

We marked up everything, and sold on for healthy profits, instead of just telling friends where the product was available. Instead of waiting with eyes to the skies, dreaming of rain, we queued and queued, with eyes to the paper.

We lived intolerant, we lived selfish, we lived with hate, we lived with death. We lived with greed. We lived with Gluttony. We lived with anger. Now we hold the red soil in our hands, we smear it on our faces, brothers are now one. The past travels to the pages of a history of our choice.

African Meditation 5

Those that turn to salt

The return to old ways brings comfort and joy. Those that look back to the colonized days, turn sour and bitter as the false joy of consumption creeps over the minds. They dream machine dreams and hope for light at the end of wrong thoughts, which might pave away back to a city. But the cities are gone now; we broke the buildings and killed the roads. We up rooted the monuments that pointed to our tormented past.

No story teller can help heal the minds that find no joy in the land that provides, the land that nurtures the land of the children of Amai Afreeka. We let them pack and leave to chase their false dreams, knowing that the land will never see them again, and from land to salt they change.

African Meditation 6

WE HAVE BUT ONE MIND

We left the farms and gathered arms, to fight a liberating battle for our souls. Freedom was the desire; we conceived it and we believed it.

So today I made a post about moving out and people were saying im being too emotional

Every week a variation of this conversation occurs , it happened today

I was accused of doing marine spirit behaviour

There's something abnormal about me bc im 23 with no mukomana( im not interested in men tbh)

My friends are occultists

I dress in a provocative way to attract men

Im rude and rebellious for standing up for myself

I have microlocs 1,5 years now the way my parents insisted that I cut my hair for an INTERVIEW???? Like okay what if I do that and I still dont get the job

I then said I will get braids on top zvakanzi but men dont like women with locs? Who gives af?

And apparently I'm doing this because the devil is using me

Fun fact my dad had an accident and the moment my mom came home she blamed me bc I brought the devil into our family

Every terrible thing is my fault yes these are my parents biological

I really wanna to die its not funny, I have always had suicidal ideation and have attempted before but what kind of life is this

I cant keep on living

im sorry

I am a 13 year old who wants to start a Uber Eats for Zimbabwe called Mazeo. It will have some features from Indrive and Uber Eats itself. I started realising starting in Zimbabwe was going to be hard free I saw that we only have 2 payment processors that support ZiG unless there are others. I don’t need the platform to have cash payments but instead online payments because drivers can steal money. We have to have privacy etc. Is it possible to start.

Redmi note 15 pro 4G Case up for grabs. $10 DM if your are interested.

Hey Guys, a few months ago I released this small Game called "Gogo's Quest" about a lovely African Grandma going around the scene collecting coins and defeating nasty frogs.

I'm kindly asking you to give it a try and leave a review for me. Let me know if you like the concept and if I should continue developing it.

Stay Blessed hope y'all have a wonderful day.

#gamedev #gaming #indiegamedev

Any fellow Zimbos who have explored HD? How did you stumble upon it? Has it made things any better or not? Your thoughts on 2027?

Guys, is it my body, or are pain medications in Zimbabwe just not as effective? 😭

For context, I take pain medication almost every month. I’ve used paracetamol/cocodamol bought in Zimbabwe, but sometimes it doesn’t work at all, and other times the pain comes back after just two hours.

Then someone gave me paracetamol/cocodamol bought in the UK, and trust me, the difference was crazy! Whenever I took it, the pain would completely disappear for about 10 hours.

Now that those pills are finished, I’m back to using the ones bought here in Zim, and it’s the same story again. Either they don’t work at all or the pain returns after just two hours.
Pharmacists, I need your input. Could this be an issue with my body, or could differences in the formulation, dosage, or quality of the medication explain why I’m experiencing such a difference? 🤔