#MondayMotivation: The 3 Cs of Life -CHOICES,CHANGES,CHANCES.You must make a Choice to take a Chance or your life will never Change.👌

by Joseph Nyamayaro|Nust-ZW

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Success is a journey not a destination. Dont ruin today by thinking about a bad yesterday ,let it go.

Remember that Falling down is an accident…but staying down is a choice.Learn to Be proud of who you are and not ashamed of how someone else sees you.Always know that opportunities will knock at your door every morning but if you keep sleeping they will simply pass you by.

Good morning and stay blessed


30 behavioral interview questions you should be ready to answer

The Muse
4 minute read

To help you better prepare for your next interview, here are 30 behavioral interview questions sorted by topic (in addition to 31 common interview questions here) that you can practice.

Not sure how to answer these questions? Here’s a quick guide on how to craft job-landing responses.


For questions like these, you want a story that illustrates your ability to work with others under challenging circumstances. Think team conflict, difficult project constraints, or clashing personalities.

  1. Talk about a time when you had to work closely with someone whose personality was very different from yours.
  2. Give me an example of a time you faced a conflict while working on a team. How did you handle that?
  3. Describe a time when you struggled to build a relationship with someone important. How did you eventually overcome that?
  4. We all make mistakes we wish we could take back. Tell me about a time you wish you’d handled a situation differently with a colleague.
  5. Tell me about a time you needed to get information from someone who wasn’t very responsive. What did you do?


If the role you’re interviewing for works with clients, definitely be ready for one of these. Find an example of a time where you successfully represented your company or team and delivered exceptional customer service.

  1. Describe a time when it was especially important to make a good impression on a client. How did you go about doing so?
  2. Give me an example of a time when you did not meet a client’s expectation. What happened, and how did you attempt to rectify the situation?
  3. Tell me about a time when you made sure a customer was pleased with your service.
  4. Describe a time when you had to interact with a difficult client. What was the situation, and how did you handle it?
  5. When you’re working with a large number of customers, it’s tricky to deliver excellent service to them all. How do you go about prioritizing your customers’ needs?


Times of turmoil are finally good for something! Think of a recent work crisis you successfully navigated. Even if your navigation didn’t feel successful at the time, find a lesson or silver lining you took from the situation.

  1. Tell me about a time you were under a lot of pressure. What was going on, and how did you get through it?
  2. Describe a time when your team or company was undergoing some change. How did that impact you, and how did you adapt?
  3. Tell me about the first job you’ve ever had. What did you do to learn the ropes?
  4. Give me an example of a time when you had to think on your feet in order to delicately extricate yourself from a difficult or awkward situation.
  5. Tell me about a time you failed. How did you deal with this situation?


In other words, get ready to talk about a time you juggled multiple responsibilities, organized it all (perfectly), and completed everything before the deadline.

  1. Tell me about a time you had to be very strategic in order to meet all your top priorities.
  2. Describe a long-term project that you managed. How did you keep everything moving along in a timely manner?
  3. Sometimes it’s just not possible to get everything on your to-do list done. Tell me about a time your responsibilities got a little overwhelming. What did you do?
  4. Tell me about a time you set a goal for yourself. How did you go about ensuring that you would meet your objective?
  5. Give me an example of a time you managed numerous responsibilities. How did you handle that?


You probably won’t have any trouble thinking of a story for communication questions, since it’s not only part of most jobs; it’s part of everyday life. However, the thing to remember here is to also talk about your thought process or preparation.

  1. Give me an example of a time when you were able to successfully persuade someone to see things your way at work.
  2. Describe a time when you were the resident technical expert. What did you do to make sure everyone was able to understand you?
  3. Tell me about a time when you had to rely on written communication to get your ideas across to your team.
  4. Give me an example of a time when you had to explain something fairly complex to a frustrated client. How did you handle this delicate situation?
  5. Tell me about a successful presentation you gave and why you think it was a hit.


A lot of seemingly random questions are actually attempts to learn more about what motivates you. Your response would ideally address this directly even if the question wasn’t explicit about it.

  1. Tell me about your proudest professional accomplishment.
  2. Describe a time when you saw some problem and took the initiative to correct it rather than waiting for someone else to do it.
  3. Tell me about a time when you worked under close supervision or extremely loose supervision. How did you handle that?
  4. Give me an example of a time you were able to be creative with your work. What was exciting or difficult about it?
  5. Tell me about a time you were dissatisfied in your work. What could have been done to make it better?
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by k Cheryl Mwanza | Episode #9

Tiffany Forester concluded the morning meeting with the fierce clutching of her hands, like she always did. Without the need to tell people to leave her office, this gesture had come to symbolize the meeting adjourning. As her employees filed one after the other out, she took her seat behind a huge crystalized glass table. The table had been custom made for her by Glass and Glass Co., and it has cost a pretty penny.The glass was tempered and bullet proof just like the glass that was the boutique.

Tiffany’s vision when she saw the land was crystal and clear. Literally. She wasn’t about to fuss over the price, that’s why she became Mrs. Jared Forester. The floor of her office, like that of her boutique, was of reclaimed hardwood that gave the entire place a sophistication she liked to believe was an extension of herself. The glass walls blended well into the floor and the antic black and white shelves, meant for shoes, handbags and perfumes in her boutique and files in her office, made for a finishing touch that was exclusive as it was expensive. There was something about the boutique that made people want to spend more. Tiffany was for the belief that less was more, unless it involved money, and she treasured her space so much. As such her office only contained her table and shelves that stood on either side of the door. To give her the privacy that the glass denied her, she had heavy charcoal grey curtains cover her office.

When the last of her employee closed the door, she began working on her make up. Tiffany was thirty-six but looked at least forty three. But on purpose. Her husband was seventy, and the way the two had begun dating had been so controversial, she feared her business was doomed before it had debuted. She met Jared when he was still married and moved in with him when he was going through the messiest divorce battle Rosemary had laid its eyes on.

Anyway, Tiffany had a thing for a lot of make up with a smoky eye and  sultry red lips. Her red lips made her ghostly pale porcelain complexion even whiter, which in itself aged her. She had a thing for a tight big bun on the center of the head, and always had her platinum blondes locks fashioned in that way. She was tall and slender and dressed her figured in knee length figure hugging dresses, nude stiletto heels and lots and lots of diamond jewellery.

Tiffany looked away from her mirror as she heard footsteps. She got up and opened the curtains and as soon as she had done that, she came face to face with her assistant Mary Bishop, a sassy dresser such as herself, and two black people she didn’t know. A female and a male. She went for the door thinking they were disgruntled customers, even though she hadn’t seen them before.

She opened the door, smiled at Mary then allowed her guests to come in.

“They are detectives from Harare.” Mary whispered.

“Call Jayden immediately.” She said to her assistant as she closed the door.

She took a seat behind her desk then began drumming her hands on the glass.

“Mrs. Forester-“

“I’m not talking to you without a lawyer present.” She said looking at a pure diamond watch. “He will be here in five.” She said stealing a peek from the two who were marveling at her office.

If she wasn’t already a married woman, she might have considered the man for a partner. He was strong, tall, with a glimmer in his eyes as indication of boyish charm. He had brown skin with short, well cared for, hair and a strong jaw. She liked that in a man. Detective Sergeant Brandon Makiwa was not that much into a fashion, although he wasn’t a bad dresser. Since he could remember, he had always dressed like a biker. Dark jeans, with a muscle top and leather jacket. The fingerless gloves was something he had picked up from an ex-girlfriend.

The lady sitting next to him wasn’t a bad dresser, but she, Tiffany, was a better dresser. Tiffany had to admit though, this lady was the first person with curves who looked exceptionally well in a pants suit. The suit was black, shaped her just right and the tank top was a nice twist. She was well, kinda nice looking with wine red cropped hair and a so-so complexion.

“Jayden.” Tiffany suddenly said when her step-grandchild opened the door.

There was an urgency on his face that made the detectives curious. His eyes were intense, though Detective Inspector Dhlamini had to admit, beautiful. He was tall and broad, he clearly took care of his body. And he wasn’t bad in the dressing department either. He had on a formal navy blue trouser with a matching waistcoat. A snow white shirt with the top button undone and a diamond watch just like Tiffany’s peeking from his shirt and to finish off, he had on J.T Bean designer white sneakers. All of this aside, it was his hair that Dhlamini fell in love with. It was a brownish black and was pulled back rather stylishly. The brownish in his hair complemented his sun kissed complexion.

“Is everything alright?”

“These two are detectives from Harare.” She said standing up to greet him. She put a hand on his shoulder as he looked at the detectives seriously.

“How can we help you?”

“You’re her lawyer?” Dhlamini began sarcastically. “Surely didn’t see that coming-“

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tiffany snapped.

“Rosemary is just a couple of minutes from Harare. It’s not a world of its own.”

“Junk aside, detective. How can we help you?” He asked as he put one hand around Tiffany.

“I’m detective inspector Qiniso Dhlamini and this is my partner Detective sergeant Brandon Makiwa and we are with the Homicide Unit. We are here because we wanted to talk to Mrs. Forester about a handbag that belonged to our victim.”

“A handbag? Are you accusing her of anything?”

“No.”Makiwa answered. “The handbag is missing and we are reliably informed that it carries with it a GPS signal that might help us track it. The bag might be what we need to break the case.”

“That’s it?” Jayden asked dropping his hand. He turned to Tiffany, biting his teeth he whispered, “I ran out of a meeting that could have made me millions for a handbag?”

“I didn’t know what they were going to say. Jared said if ever I was approached by the police from Harare, to have you in the room before saying anything.” She answered as she took her seat.

“Why would your husband tell you that?” Dhlamini asked wanting to know.

“I thought you were here about a handbag. What about it?” She asked matter of fact as she gathered her hands on the table. Jayden slipped his hands into his pockets as he stood like a statue next to her.

“Yes we are, ma’am.” Makiwa said as he produced a magazine cutout of the bag.

“I’m not that old. Call me Tiffany.” She said as she took the paper. She studied it once then put it down as she formed a bridge with her fingers. “It’s a Jackie Black handbag 2010 edition. What do you want to know about it?”

“How long is the GPS tracker in the bag active?” Makiwa asked.

“Until the bag is destroyed by fire. With all the technological advancements, you would think by now we would have a fire-proof bag.” She laughed lightly then said, “The GPS is there so that if the bag is stolen, it can be recovered rather quickly. The good news is, most of the people who steal it can’t afford to buy it and hence don’t know about the tracking system. And those that buy it are okay with the system being intact.” She said with a smile looking at Dhlamini.

“We want to track the bag. What is needed?”

“Tell me the name of your victim.” She said as she reached under her table for a white laptop.

“Laura Vanhuvangu.” Dhlamini called out.

“Laura V.”  Tiffany said and then looked up. “Oh.” Her expression changed to shock.

“Laura V. is dead?”

“You knew her well?” Dhlamini asked.

“Well enough. She was one of my biggest customers.” Tiffany dropped her eyes, thought for a while then looked at the detectives as she said, “I will help you any way that I can.” She said as she returned to her laptop. “Ok, there is the signal of the bag.” She said as she turned her laptop so the detectives could see. “It’s at the Harare International Airport.”

“Excuse me.” Dhlamini said as she jumped up, on her phone, as she exited the room.

“Is there any other way that we can track the bag without your laptop? As it is, the bag is mobile and our best chance of getting whoever is carrying it are about to go down to hell in a hand basket.”

“Give me your phone. I will send you software that will allow you to track only this bag.”




As soon as Detective Keegan Gono got off the phone with Dhlamini, he rallied up a team of uniformed detectives and prayed to his saint he would get to the airport in time. Sounding his siren only got him so far as traffic in the capital was bad. Lucky for him Chief Superintendent Lincoln Chigariro was making one call after the other, and his actions paid dividends when he was able to get the security team at the airport to have all planes grounded until further notice.

Not only that, the airport was barricaded and no one was allowed in or out. He communicated the developments to Gono who was now on a smooth highway outside of the city center.


With the software already operating in his phone, Makiwa and Dhlamini headed for Harare International airport.

Jayden waited until the detectives were gone to let his frustrations loose. However, Tiffany didn’t respond to his frustrations in the same manner as always, and he was genuinely concerned. He sat on one end of the table, close to her, softening his voice, he said,

“You do know I’m not a lawyer, right?”

“Jared said you have been interrogated by the police so many times and slipped right through, you are my best bet at getting out of any interrogation.”

“That might be true. But you also have to remember that I have a day job and unless it’s necessary don’t call me. Okay.”

“I knew her. You know. She wasn’t just any other customer. To me she was a fellow fashion lover.” She licked her lower lips as she got up from her chair. She walked to the window, opened it wider then breathed it. “She was like a friend. Why would somebody do that to her?”

“I’m sorry.” He had never seen this side of Tiffany and didn’t know how to handle it.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to be alone for now.” She said with her back to him. Something she had never done.

She couldn’t believe Laura was gone. She wasn’t close enough with Laura to cry, but they were close enough for her to hurt. Dying was one thing. Being murdered was another. She repeatedly asked herself why someone would do that to Laura. She was genuinely a fun person to be around.

Tiffany could remember the last time she had seen Laura. About two months ago. Laura had come in wanting to buy a clutch for a party she was attending. The clutch cost eight hundred dollars and she only had five hundred. Tiffany had given her the bag for free. At that time she had thought it was good to treat Laura good, after all the kid had good taste and was going to come into the store for years to come.

Coldness filled her body as she thought of that day. She hadn’t known that would be the last-. She refused to finish that statement. She went for one of her cardboards. Behind the files was quality Knight 101 red wine. Grabbing it by one hand, she went to the boutique.

They had just opened, and thus people hadn’t started coming in. She ordered one of her girls to close the door and draw the curtains, and once that was done, everyone inside got a glass.

“I’ve just learnt that Laura V. is dead. You might not have known her, but she was a fellow fashion lover, she had good taste and was a good person.” She breathed in as she raised her glass. Others did as well. “May her soul rest in eternal peace.” She brought her glass to her face and sipped.



Police cars parked haphazardly at the entrance to the airport. Drawing their weapons, with the exception of Gono, the police budged in. Panic filled the air as people immediately dove underneath the closest benches. Those that weren’t fast enough had their hands in air before the police even ordered them to do so.

Uniformed police officers lined all the entrances and had rifles pointed toward the public. Gono and his team went deep into the terrified public and as his phone indicated they were close, excitement was rife.

He suddenly stopped then turned back to look at both Dhlamini and Makiwa who had his back.


“It’s her.” He said pointing to a girl who was on her knees with her hands over her head.

She was less than a foot from where they were and unless she was a very good actress, she looked scarred. Since he was the only one without a gun, he walked toward her and tried to be as nice as he could.

Dhlamini who wasn’t buying into her innocence followed at a respected distance ready to fire if things went sideways.

Makiwa knelt next to the girl, immediately noticing the bag. He tapped her shoulder, she looked back at him with terror in her eyes.

“You are coming with us.”

“Why?” She asked already in tears.

“We want to know where you got that bag.” He said as he led her out.







NUST student blows fees, hangs self!!!

By Chronicle reporter
A NATIONAL University of Science and Technology (Nust) student hanged himself in his father’s house after blowing his college fees with a woman he met in a nightclub.
George Bonomali, 26, of Mkoba 15 in Gweru, hanged himself in his bedroom with a satellite dish cable on Monday at around 11AM.
Bonomali was, according to the police summary of death, a student at the National University of Science and Technology in Bulawayo.
Sources said he was doing his final year studies in marketing.
The police report shows his girlfriend found him hanged, on the verge of death.
“Bonomali hanged himself in his bedroom with a satellite dish cable which was suspended from the roof truss. He was found by his girlfriend but it was too late to save his life,” reads part of the sudden death police report.
Neighbours yesterday told The Chronicle that Bonomali received an undisclosed amount of money from his aunt, who is based in the United Kingdom, for university fees.
The neighbours said instead of paying the fees, Bonomali squandered the money with a woman that he met in a Gweru nightclub.
“What we understand is that he had squandered his college tuition fees with a lady of the night and that didn’t go well with his father, a teacher at a local school,” said a neighbour, who did not wish to be named.
The neighbour said on March 14, at around 10AM, Bonomali was at his parents’ house waiting for his girlfriend only identified as Tanya
“He asked me if I had seen Tanya but I said ‘no’. He told me that he was tired with life and wanted to sleep. So I asked him if there was anything I could do to help but he said ‘no’. An hour later, I was surprised to hear that he had hanged himself in his bedroom. When I rushed there, I found his motionless body on the floor after Tanya had cut the cable from the truss and also removed the noose from his neck in an attempt to save his life,” the neighbor added.
He said George’s father, who teaches at Mpumelelo Primary School in Mkoba 15, got wind of the incident and rushed him to Mkoba Poly Clinic where the nurses pronounced him dead.
Joseph Salim Bonomali, the father, declined to speak to The Chronicle.
Nust’s director of information and public relations, Felix Moyo, said he could not comment as he was on leave.
Acting Midlands police spokesperson Assistant Inspector Ethel Mukwende said investigations into the death were underway.
“I urge members of the public to attach value to life and taking one’s life is never an answer. There’s always a choice,” she said.

UCT Students’ Protest Turns Ugly!

By Zodidi Dano

University of Cape Town students frustrated with the housing crisis and other challenges, set paintings and a plaque from the Smuts Hall residence alight at the foot of Jameson stairs yesterday.

Earlier, students raided the dining hall at Fuller residence, and stripped the hall of its decor and paintings. The paintings were piled high and set alight, as students danced and chanted.

Police spokesman Lieutenant-Colonel Andrè Traut said police had been deployed to monitor the situation, but no arrests have been made. Police were still on the scene late last night.

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UCT spokeswoman Gerda Kruger said: “The behaviour by RMF members is |criminal and has exceeded all possible limits of lawful protest action. We are deeply concerned for the safety of students and staff. We call on students to refrain from supporting RMF in these actions and to vacate the area.”

Earlier in the day, the university’s management had threatened to dismantle the Rhodes Must Fall (RMF) movement shack erected on Residence Road, Upper Campus. The one-roomed corrugated iron|structure, RMF said, was a representation of township life.

A portable toilet stall and two braai stands had been erected alongside the shack which had been cordoned off with chevron tape.

Inside the shack were a mattress, a table and a two-plate stove. The outside of the shack had been painted green, with the words “UCT housing crisis” scrawled across the back.

In a letter from the university’s management, it said the shack was interrupting traffic and pedestrian flow.

The letter asked the students to move the shack off Residence Road, to a grassy patch in front of Smuts Hall.
The letter read: “If you refuse to allow the officers to move the shack and the shack is still in its current position by 5pm we will unfortunately have no option but to take action to remove it.”

By the 5pm deadline, there was no sign of security or university officials present to dismantle the structure.

The students had barricaded a section of the road with tyres and wheelie bins and were singing and dancing around a small fire of dustbins and trash in the parking lot near the shack.

University spokesman Elijah Moholola said: “The reason the management has asked RMF to move the shack is that it has caused interference with traffic
flow, even to the point of causing a backlog on the M3 today.
“It interferes with the freedom of movement of other staff and students, and due to bins being set alight it causes safety risks.”

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It was only at 6pm that the students gathered at the Jameson steps to hold a plenary which came to the decision of invading Fuller Hall’s dining room to find food.

The students entered the hall from the kitchen after kicking the door down.
They then helped themselves to food.

“We, the underprivileged students who have been protesting all day, are hungry,” said Zola Shokane of the RMF movement.

Shokane said members of the RMF were protesting against the housing crisis, financial exclusion and the management’s lack of commitment to promises made last year.
“We are homeless, there is no accommodation for us here. What else can we do.”
The hashtags ‪#‎HomelessAtUCT‬ and ‪#‎Shackville‬ were used to gain traction on social media.
UCT has 6 680 beds for 27 000 students.
“Some 75 percent of students live outside of the residence system,” Moholola said.

The university has asked homeowners with space in Cape Town to assist the university in providing residence for those with no accommodation.

Another student, Paleo Mokoena, also a member of RMF, said the shack would remain on Residence Road until vice-chancellor Max Price committed to meeting with them.

Mokoena said the letter was hand delivered to the group by the deputy vice chancellor.
“There is no signature, no letterhead and we saw they had about 20 copies of it handing it out to students.

“That is no form of communication – we scrunched those papers and threw them in the bin.”

RMF has created a book to record the number of students without accommodation.
By 5pm, at least 50 students had listed their names.

Mokoena said: “We are here to meet with management on our terms. Max Price must commit to a meeting with us.”

However, Kruger said: “We also delivered to Rhodes Must Fall a letter asking them to vacate Avenue Hall by 12pm on Friday this week.

“We have made repeated attempts to engage RMF on the matter of Avenue Hall and even to discuss the issue of alternative space but they have dismissed any attempt at engagement.
“They refuse to speak with the executive but consistently verbally abuse and threaten.

WATCH: http://tiny.cc/UCTProtests

 Pictures: David Ritchie
(Source: Cape Argus or get the app at www.myindependent.co.za)

Education and gender justice: Consequences of structural discrimination on women and girls : Day #4

Over the years, education has proven to be a complex tool used for social, economic, psychological and political justice among other forms of course. Its evasive influence on these discourses has made it a key fundamental right that should not be looked at as a privilege. It is sad to note that, at the early stages of its evolution, it was engendered and it carried these overtones to several institutions that made women become second-class citizens across the board. In essence, it became a men and boys privilege, thus undermining the principal discourse of absolute inclusivity; that is structural discrimination right there.

It is on this background that you find that most 3rd world countries today still have about two-thirds of their women illiterate. According to a UNESCO report, in 2006, Indonesia had about 10 million out of 15 million uneducated women. This sort of thing is common knowledge to most under-developed countries and hence it is crucial to talk about education and gender justice because these are key to any profound progressive developmental agenda.

In our structures, we annihilated women and girls, engendering certain agendas and only taking them to be less humane than they really were. Today we have some of the best institutions being run by women and some of the best countries under female administration. For instance, African Union under Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma is doing pretty well. When Liberia’s Ellen Johnson Sirleaf started, she has been consistently doing well even though she has been allegedly enmeshed in corruption scandals. Well, my argument is that we have held ourselves hostage by holding women back at a time their efforts would have alleviated us from the abyss we helplessly wallow in today as the world…

Serious records of effects of lack of education and gender justice have shown that it is important for us to learn from what has happened elsewhere by merely practicing discrimination against women. If education and gender justice is not addressed, this may mean that the feminization of poverty will continue. In any poverty stricken country, women are the ones that suffer most because access to resources also becomes engendered. Sometimes these resources are key in women’s lives, at times, they cannot even speak out on their rights. It is common knowledge that women are a delicate genera, which should have access to all institutions, be they health, leadership, or education. Excluding women and girls in our structures and policies is actually excluding progressive development. Women are the heart of any progressive development agenda; our inclusivity and cooperation is key to a functional and just society.


Sineke Sibanda

The Zimbabwe National Students Union (ZINASU) has challenged government to look into issues of students’ affairs or  brace for a year of students protests in the coming year.

Speaking at a press conference to announce the new national executive, incoming  President, Alister Pfunye, told journalists that the team was working on creating solidarity networks that would enable the progressive betterment of students’ lives across the country.

“We will put government to task. We are ready to pursue government so that we get our academic freedoms and exercise our rights as students. As the new leadership, we will lobby and engage the ministry of education and the ministry of Finance to support and put students at the forefront,” said Pfunye.

The new executive also decried the failure by government to consider students in the 2016 budget by allocating funds to improve the infrastructure and accommodation at tertiary institutions. The team said it is contemplating to push for a review of the budget by Finance Minister Patrick Chinamasa.

The team also said the issue of accommodation and general students’ poverty has led to a rise of sexually transmitted diseases across higher learning institutions in the country.

“We are also worried about the government’s silence on the welfare of students away from home who have resorted to engaging in sexual relations with sugar daddies (elder people) and miners who are in areas close to institutions such as Great Zimbabwe University and Midlands State University. Our recent statistics are at 6,000 for students with STIs at different institutions all over the country,” said Makomborero Haruziviishe, the new secretary General.

Despite the failure by the previous leaderships to engage the ministry of higher and tertiary education, the new leadership promised to continuously push until answers come from the government.

“We will continue to push even if they keep quiet, we will let the students speak. If they don’t listen to us, the power is in the students that elected us, that which they will desire we do to get the attention of the government, we will do,” Pfunye said.

The new leadership denounced allegations of being associated with any political party emphasizing on the fact that they are a strictly non partisan movement but a student movement pioneering the interests of all Zimbabwean tertiary students.

“I want to emphasise that we are not pushing interests of any political party, we are a student’s union with the interests of students at heart,” spokesperson Togarepi Mhetu said.

On the same note, the new president dismissed the allegations as unfounded and baseless charging that ZINASU is not aligned to any political party because the struggles faced by students are universal and they do not care whose political party card you carry.

The outgoing president, Gilbert Mtubuki, challenged the Zimbabwe Electoral Commission (ZEC) and President Mugabe to attend their elections in the future so that they can see that democracy is still alive and young people are ready to inspire government to also follow democratic tendencies.

“I sincerely wish that our senior politicians could learn from us the youth, we had our congress from 6-9 December 2015 and our elections were fair and credible as students freely expressed their democratic right and voted for a new leadership of their choice. There was no Nikuv, no rigging, the elections  were free and fair.”

The leadership which vowed to challenge the privatization of tertiary education by government while demonizing students and subjecting them to uncouth conditions is led by Alistar Pfunye of Midlands State University and Precious Manyoka of Bondolfi Teachers College (BTC) as the vice president.

Makomborero Haruzivishe of University of Zimbabwe (UZ) is the Secretary General while Wilfred Chadzima of Masvingo Teachers College (MTC) is the board’s Treasurer General. Togarepi Mhetu of MSU is the spokesperson   and the Gender Secretary is UZ’s Caroline Ganti.

Other members of the national excutive council are Thamsanqa Ndlovu of the National University of Science and Technology (NUST) ,Mellisa Museka of (BTC)  and Privilege Gandira of the Great Zimbabwe University (GZU) who  is the Secretary for Legal Affairs.

What happened to the Ripe ‘n Ready girls?

Ambitious African

CMoK7DAWoAE1taT If she doesn’t recognise this ad she’s too young for you bro.

What happened to the Ripe ‘n Ready girls? We all had crushes (no Mazoe) on them right? Who doesn’t remember-slash-miss “Are you ready? Uh-huh! Ripe ‘n Ready!”? 

Wait, now I think about it perhaps we probably shouldn’t be promoting this ad at this time especially if one Prosecutor General is lurking around, lest he misconstrues it for consent.

I digress, the point is I yearn for the Zim of my childhood. A Zimbabwe where watching local television wasn’t the torture that it is today. The quality of the productions on the national broadcaster were class, even the ad breaks were enjoyable.

The Chibuku guy will forever be one of my favourites with his yellow shirt, polka dot socks and red handkerchief, akarova smart yake! I quite liked the Sun Jam ad because Nhapitapi Chete! And who didn’t want to be…

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…Instead of blaming your parents on how they failed you on what you wanted to do, why not focus on how best you can equip yourself for life…

By Thembinkosi Sayi|@Teesayie
Self belief is a necessity for us all. It is so important that it holds the key to success for an individual and a nation. To believe means confidence in self. There are many things that have not been done or tried simply because people lacked belief. It is for this reason that some say that failure is a sign of trial. On a road to success, belief is the foundation.

According to Mark Tyrrell, many fail to believe in themselves because others did not. So having said that, do not wait for someone`s approval in that you want to achieve. Take a step, boldly with the intent of achieving. Discouragement might flock in from others but be still looking forward to what you want to attain. Discouragement is a sign that you moving the right path because it is absent in the ways of the idle.
Be careful of being failed by others like Barnabas Sibanda, a man from Mpopoma who had invented his own helicopter. He failed to stand the criticism he faced and his dream perished. Discouragement should enforce your noble thoughts.


Eleanor Roosevelt argues that nobody makes you feel inferior without your consent. This means that for every failure you ought not to blame anyone but yourself. You hold your own destiny. Life is not about excuses and taking responsible of action, picking yourself up and moving on is the principle. Blaming others will not accomplish your dream but rather blinkers.

For example, instead of blaming your parents on how they failed you in life on what you wanted to do because of this and that, why not focus on how best you can equip yourself for life. Life will still need you and thus you have to live by other means.

In self belief, bold decisions are made. Belief requires faith rather than sight. What you see is not what you perceive you do not need belief in doing something common. Think big. Look for what you can do something uncommon but sound and worth the effort.

Fight against all odds. If others have done it before then you can as well do it. Look at Strive Masiyiwa; he faced lot of opposition before he finally got a license. Where would Zimbabwe be without Econet? Think of all the employees. You can make a difference.

It awaits us as Zimbabweans to believe in ourselves even if the government and anyone else do not. Come up with ideas that will take the nation forward. Remember self belief is learnable. We can all be flexible and change, even fly.