New York City’s political landscape resembles a wild ecosystem, with notable figures like the current mayor Eric Adams, facing corruption issues; former governor Andrew Cuomo, attempting a comeback; and young socialist Zohran Mamdani, gaining support. Amidst this chaos, Curtis Sliwa, a nostalgic vigilante, adds to the unpredictable electoral mix.
Victoria Mboko, a rising tennis star, recently captured attention by winning the National Bank Open, a prestigious WTA 1000 tournament. Born to Congolese parents in the USA and raised in Canada, she showcased exceptional skill and composure, defeating top competitors like Sofia Kenin and Naomi Osaka, marking a significant milestone in her career.
Zimbabwe is going to the Rugby World Cup. I’ll give you a moment to let that sink in. No, not the cricket team. Not the netball queens. The rugby team. The Sables. The same national side that last graced the global stage in 1991 when shorts were shorter, mullets were longer, and our economy could […]
David Mabuza, South Africa’s former Deputy President, died recently, leaving a mixed legacy. Known as “The Cat” for surviving political turmoil, Mabuza shaped key events, notably the 2017 ANC elective conference that favored Cyril Ramaphosa. Despite his influence, his tenure was marked by a lack of public presence and clarity in accomplishments.
Zohran Mamdani, a socialist and state assembly member, is running a unique campaign for mayor of New York, focusing on issues like rising food costs and vendor permits. His relatable personality and innovative strategies challenge established politicians, highlighting the need for affordable living conditions and genuine representation in politics.
I’ve just returned from a soul-scorching weekend in Gokwe. No, not on some influencer retreat, but to stand on the dry earth where my grandfather was buried in 1975 — after dying while looking after his sick sister, a woman married off and moved away during one of those quiet displacements we’ve now learned to politely call “colonial history.”
Let me say this upfront: Zimbabwe didn’t just return to Test cricket against England at Trent Bridge after 22 years. We reappeared from the fog of memory, myth, and many mediocre Twitter threads. And somehow, we held our own.
You see, to understand why this mattered — really mattered — you need to know that Zimbabwean cricket is not just a sport. It’s a metaphor, a punchline, a political football, a WhatsApp rumour mill, a tale of lost innocence, and, recently, a redemption arc that would make Hollywood blush.
Imagine this: you’re part of a settler colonial elite that enjoyed over three centuries of stolen land, free labour, racially segregated suburbs, and the unique privilege of not knowing who Brenda Fassie is — and then democracy happens. Tragic. So, like any self-respecting heir of colonial plunder, you pack your bags, grab your Bible, forget your history, and declare yourself a “refugee” fleeing the horrifying, unspeakable terror of… equality.
Look, I get it. “Woke” is annoying. Not the meaning—just the word. Like “moist” or “synergy,” it triggers something visceral. It’s everywhere. It’s in corporate hashtags, on reusable coffee cups, and occasionally screamed by your uncle who thinks Greta Thunberg is a sleeper agent sent by George Soros and Beyoncé.
But while you’re frothing at the mouth about Dr. Seuss being “cancelled,” may I humbly suggest: maybe, just maybe, the anti-woke movement is the real problem?
Let’s rewind.
Let me start with a disclaimer, America: I don’t want to call Trump a dictator. I know what that looks like. I spent most of my life under Robert Gabriel Mugabe—Zimbabwe’s one-man monopoly on power, inflation, and televised rants. That man could turn a press conference into a TED Talk on autocracy and get away […]
