(Video)Harare #SolidarityMarch,Jah Prayzah’s crowning moment?

Jah Prayzah‘s latest album, Kutonga Kwaro,  seems to resonate with the current political situation in Zimbabwe.

We have curated reactions (press reports and social media content) to the intersection of the artiste’s music and Zimbabwe’s political drama.

Kubatana, a non profit organisation in Harare used Jah Prayzah’s song , Masoja, as a soundtrack to its video of the  solidarity march . Meanwhile, the Daily News’ referred to the solidarity march as Jah Prayzah’s crowing moment.

Amid blaring car horns and the generous serving of anti-President Robert Mugabe songs during the Zimbabwe Defence Forces (ZDF) solidarity march on Saturday, was the constant din of music star Jah Prayzah’s music.

If it was not the hit —Kutonga Kwaro  — which turned out to be the de facto anthem of the march that celebrated the ZDF’s seizure of power last Tuesday — then it was the old favourite Mudhara Achauya or the party song Ndini Ndamubata.

Harare was turned into one big party anchored on Jah Prayzah’s music. No artiste in the recent past has had his music played by such a huge concentration of people. It was clearly the Jerusarema hit-maker’s crowning achievement.Daily News

The article further claimed that Jah Prayzah is linked to Emmerson Mnangagwa .

However others felt that Jah Prayzah’s music is nothing but just prophetic artistry.

ARTISTS are prophetic!

The above phrase aptly suits Jah Prayzah’s current album if scenes from the solidarity march on Saturday are anything to consider.

Songs which include Kutonga Kwaro, Ndini Ndamubata and Masoja off the crooner’s album Kutonga Kwaro became anthems as people repeatedly played the music in their cars during the march.

Most of the people labeled Jah Prayzah, the prophet arguing his songs are reflecting on the prevailing situation.

People took to social media including Twitter with others saying JP is the ‘spirit medium’ of the country. – H Metro

Zimbabweans reiterated this prophetic position on social media.

However, Jah Prayzah is on record denying  any deliberate political motivation or inspiration in his music. His managers have said people are free to interpret the songs and titles the way they want as in other art genres.



by Prudence Muzenda | Uludağ University, Turkey

The quick introduction of  bond notes, roads flooded with police officers, wanderers everywhere and almost everyone turned vendor. Well at least that’s what welcomed me back home. After the long  drive from the airport I suddenly noted the difference. The way I was living back in Turkey was probably what others were dreaming to live one day, yet I was just a student who worked part time, but it could have been better than being in the sun all day trying to make a dollar or two. Life…

After a flight of  at  least 9 hours , I couldn’t wait to stretch my legs in South Africa ,OR Tambo Airport, waiting for my last flight home. Only a few more hours and I would be there.  I was delighted, yet tired ,but that couldn’t overwrite the fact. I  swiftly went to baggage claim since my flights were not connected. In about 30 minutes I got my luggage and swiftly drifted again, now searching for my next flight check-in point . After about 20  minutes I found the desk, flooded however, because everyone checked in from there, as long as they were using SA Airways going wherever they were going. I didn’t want to complain a lot since that would change nothing, but really the system was just…

I frequently checked my wrist watch , I didn’t want to miss my flight which was scheduled 7:20am. Well there was still time since l had landed at 4am, but still, I just didn’t want to  take any  chances. Time passed so fast and  l actually realized it was an hour before boarding time. The excitement… Passport control was a nightmare. Everyone wanted their passports stamped, “where are they all going?” I gave it a slight thought. The last scanning point  before the boarding gate was a total put off. “Excuse me can l check your bag” , whispered a well dressed South African lady, as soon as my bag had passed the scanner. I gently smiled and gave her a go ahead. She didn’t seem friendly at all but l tried to stay calm. She opened my handbag and took all the cosmetics I had. “These won’t board the plane” she said ,in an unfriendly way. I literally froze. I had forgotten about all this . Back in Europe only 250ml of liquids weren’t allowed on board, but in South Africa, it was a 100ml limit. “All of them?” I asked, in a rather sad voice, “yes” she said, throwing them in a bin which looked like had only stayed there for that purpose. “May I at least have one perfume it’s new and it’s not that big either” , I said to her in a pleading voice possible. “Sorry sisi here we don’t work like that ” ,she vehemently gave a shout so that everyone could hear.. My heart sobbed.

…bond notes, roads flooded with police officers, wanderers everywhere and almost everyone turned vendor. Well at least that’s what welcomed me back home…

I packed the little of my hand luggage left , I could feel my heart breaking but I told myself there was more to life than the hand and body lotions that had cost a fortune, (well to me I should say). As if that was not enough, I slowly walked down to my boarding gate only to realize the flight had been delayed to 10:20am. Wait what?… 4 more hours in this place ,torture…”Welcome to Africa”, I said to myself.

When  I got home,everything seemed so new. Although  it had been a year, there had been quite a lot of changes, and there I was , being a foreigner in my own home. I gave  a quick smile to the new house maid who knew neither English nor Shona . She was Tonga and knew a little bit of Ndebele. Wow! “Where did you even find her?” I asked my dad, curious on how we would communicate.I was so bad in Ndebele. I could only pick up a few things but couldn’t utter a normal sentence.  And Tonga…

It was  12 mid day, so my dad was mandated to return to work. Fine by me ,I would actually get some rest. Straight flights were a pain… Just as l had hoped for l finely rested for  at least  5 hours and before I knew it , it was already evening.  Not so many hours later, I saw my mum ,dad and little brother again. All happy, I was thankful.  The Lord had  reunited us again, safe and sound , all in one piece.

I was touched on how people actually got  used to the poor standards and acted as if it were normal. What exactly needed to be done? Everyone seemed to be struggling.

Days passed and I got used to the new environment. My dad  asked if I could join him at work because there was an unfilled position. I was actually intrigued because staying home alone was a little boring, at least I would get myself occupied for a while. In no time I started work.

As l drove to work everyday , I noticed how life had really changed in my country. Pot-holed roads were just but  another thing people were struggling. As early as 8am , as cold as it was , people were already in the streets trying to make a living. I was touched on how people actually got  used to the poor standards and acted as if it were normal. What exactly needed to be done? Everyone seemed to be struggling. I actually wondered who the buyer was, because everyone was selling something. “Things are hard” was the new black . Everyone said the same thing. So many companies had closed, there were no jobs. No jobs meant no investments, less money circulation and poverty at its peak. How I wished it could all change. Where did we all go wrong?

I was always a little bit late , parking was just but a problem, so I always took long , or must I say I liked making the grand entrance, oh well…



It’s World Poetry Day & We’re Up To Some Poetic Justice


Happy World Poetry Day 2017! Which poets are being celebrated and why is it held?

World Poetry Day is celebrated once a year in honour of poets across the world and their work

SOME people see poetry as fitting rhyming words together and a subject your are forced to study at school.

But to others it is one of the greatest ways to express feelings and emotions in a way to bring people together.

And with that in mind, once a year, people mark World Poetry Day to celebrate its contribution to the world. Here’s all you need to know…

World Poetry Day is held year on March 21 after UN body UNESCO adopted the date after an agreement in Paris in 1999.

In the proclamation, UNESCO agreed that poetry can meet a social role as it ‘arouses and expresses awareness’ of a range of issues.

It also added that poetry can help young people reconnect with their roots and change the way they look at their place in the world.

World Poetry Day is celebrated globally, but in the UK, schools instead mark National Poetry Day.

This will take place on Thursday, September 28, 2017 and the theme of this year’s event will be ‘freedom’.

World Poetry Day is held to celebrate cultural expression and identity that comes through poetry.

According to UNESCO, every culture on every continent on earth enjoys poetry as it speaks to our ‘common humanity and shared values.’

During World Poetry Day, poets are honoured, recitals take place and schools promote the reading and writing of poetry.

It is hoped that by celebrating poetry, people will see it as a treasured art form and something that should be considered as important.

And organisers hope this will dismiss poetry’s image as being out of date and boring.

All poets are being celebrated on World Poetry Day, but UNESCO have chosen three with significant importance.

The first is Nikoloz Baratashvili from Georgia with 2017 marking the 200th anniversary of his birth.

He only had a short body of work due to his untimely death at the age of 26 but is often referred to as the ‘Georgian Byron.

Also being celebrated is Molla Panah Vagif, with 2017 also being the 300th anniversary of her birth.

An Azerbaijani poet, he was the founder of the realism genre and was also a popular statesman and diplomat.

While the final poet being remembered is Sayyid ‘Imād-ad-Dīn on the 600th anniversary of his death.

Also known as Nasimi, he lived in 14th century Azerbaijian and Turkey and created most of his work in Arabic.

It is believed he was convicted of apostasy and was executed by being skinned alive. His tomb in modern day Aleppo in Syria, remains a place of pilgrimage.



Following the elections for the Student Representative Council President and Vice-President held on Thursday, 13 October 2016, the results were as follows:

Shoko Terency – Department of Finance

Masuku Dumisani – Department of Chemical Engineering


Following the election of the thirteen (13) Student Representative Council Members, the Student Representative Council stands as follows:

1.Chikondowa Kudakwashe – Department of Architecture
2.Dube K. Mpumelelo – Department of Banking
3.Magombeyi Gabriel Peter – Faculty of Medicine
4.Mashaire McGee – Department of Chemical Engineering
5.Muchipisi Billy – Department of Statistics and Operations Research
6.Muzungu K. Trevor – Department of Chemical Engineering
7.Ndebele Junior – Department of Finance
8.Ndhlovu Mzingaye – Department of Electronic Engineering
9.Ndlovu Nomagugu – Department of Electronic Engineering
10.Ndlovu Nomathemba – Department of Industrial and Manufacturing Engineering
11.Nkomo Costa – Department of Journalism and Media Studies
12.Samangure Patrick – Department of Industrial and Manufacturing Engineering
13.Tsingozviziwa Blessmore – Department of Finance


E Phiri
Deputy Registrar (Academic)


                      Chronicle report


ALMOST half of University of Zimbabwe students who recently underwent voluntary HIV testing were positive, a revelation which has forced the institution to limit inter-residence visits between male and female students.
The shocking statistics came out during a recent exercise conducted by the country’s oldest university where 47 percent of students who underwent testing and counseling tested HIV positive.
This follows recent reports that Midlands State University students’ reckless sexual behaviour had been singled out as the major driver of the HIV prevalence rate from 20 percent in 2014 to 23 percent in 2015.
Confirming the results and mitigatory measures being implemented to reduce the spread of HIV and sexually transmitted infections, UZ Vice Chancellor Professor Levi Nyagura said allegations that his management style was heavy-handed and infringed on the individual rights of students would not deter him as he could not be seen to be condoning promiscuity.
“The grim statistics of sexually transmitted diseases at the institution have forced us to have a limit for inter-residence visits between female and male students. We have consulted lots of parents and all of them do not want to promote promiscuity by allowing students to enjoy married life-styles by staying with their girlfriends in the halls of residence,” Prof Nyagura said.
“You may be interested to know that not so long ago, we had a survey here which revealed that 47 percent of students who went for voluntary HIV testing were found to be positive. As a parent, that’s a worrisome stat. At some stage I was surprised that Swinton Hall had almost become like a maternity wing with hordes of students pregnant,” he said.
“While we acknowledge that this is an adult institution, we don’t think it’s good for us to encourage cohabitation of male and female students.”
Jimmy Wilford, the director of Saywhat, an organisation that raises awareness on HIV, said while he was not aware of the UZ survey, it could send a wrong message as some students could have been born with HIV.

Teachers: “Heroes Without Merit!”

By Bright Zindove & Sineke Sibanda

One thing I know for sure is that most great men on earth stood on the shoulders of great and mighty women. One way or the other, they  passed through the hands of a teacher. Steven Hawkings, Bill Gates, Gandhi to mention just a few, at some point in their lives had to get education so as to create a better world. We all need someone to remove all the dark meta in our brains, someone to treat us with tough love and prepare us for the tough world we live in.


The sacrifices some of our teachers have made were too immense and surpassed what our parents could have done on their own. You know, we all come from differnt backgrounds and situations at home and all meet one person who has the responsibility of understanding all of us and treat us according to how we have been bruised or spoiled: just to make us better.

I remember how unrefined all of us in class were back in the day, in behavior, morals, even academically. As naughty as we were, we were innocent academic, moral and behavioral virgins; couldn’t differentiate wrong from right. Some of our friends came from broken homes and some were orphaned; it took our teachers to play that significant role to make them feel the same way as those who came from stable homes. It was a teacher’s duty to make us coexist and suppress the hate traits of humanity.

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With so much responsibilities our teachers bore on their shoulders to make our parents to be proud of what we have become, it makes so much sense to question why is it that the very same people who spend their time playing such a huge role in our lives have become a laughing stock in our societies. Why is it our teachers are earning so little whilst they are doing more than anyone could? It is not easy to develop a child, besides this being a job, it is more of a calling. Not everybody can do this. So why is it that our heroes who fight against the dark forces of ignorance every single day get little recognition and sometimes no respect at all?  Let us give praise where it is due. Let us appreciate the hard work that our teachers have done, are doing and continue to do to make better citizens wards building better tomorrow…