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(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.



Arts Reporter |@campusmoments13 | Nust-ZW

A part two Finance studies student, Freilich Tinomuvonga Mutombwera, also known as Twyz, has completed recording a blockbuster album in Harare which is expected to be available on NUST campus by end of November.

Having performed at the 22nd NUST graduation ceremony on 4 November 2016, graced by His Excellency the President of the Republic of Zimbabwe and Chancellor of the University, Cde Robert Gabriel Mugabe, T Wyz decided to travel and record an album in Harare during the semester break (soon after the performance).

“I felt encouraged performing at the ceremony in the presence of the Chancellor and celebrating with about 2 000 graduands. I also managed to rope in promoters who helped me record my album in Harare,” said T wyz.

T Wyz boasts of a long catalogue of songs from his previous album and singles collection. Among his songs include Wendy, Handigeze and Handichakuda. In a way to promote his upcoming album, the Handigeze hit maker has been sampling new songs in the NUST Delta garden (a chilling zone for students on campus).

The hard working artiste fuses dancehall, reggae, jazz and other contemporary sounds. He is positive about the success of his yet-to-be titled album and has pegged $1 for each CD to be sold on campus.

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“Our album stand will be at Delta NUST gardens but we will also ensure some team members move around campus selling discs to fellow students. Discs will be sold on campus for $1,” said Twyz.

Meanwhile, T Wyz is coordinating with two on campus clubs to support his album. These are College Youth Art Club (CYAC) and NUST Business Networking (NBN). The fastest rising artiste wants to involve NUST learning community for the success of his yet-to-be named album.

“As NBN, we welcome T wyz’s new album. The album comes at the right time when NBN is running a successful #BuyNustCampaign to encourage NUST learning community to support creative, innovative and productive students.

NBN will join Twyz as he would be meeting his fans and selling his new album. Through supporting student enterprises and works, NBN understands that students will make money to help their parents in paying some expense incurred during the semester,” said Crispen Rateiwa, chairperson of NUST Business Networking.

Twyz performs with a live band. His versatility and artistry is beyond measure. Playing a guitar and singing simultaneously makes him the most-sought-after entertainer on campus. Unlike some students who shun extra curricula activities, T wyz balances academics and music successfully. Nothing separates him with his guitar. He takes it everywhere including lectures.


Stunner, Sulu take new albums to Nust Graduates Party

Muscians Sulumani Chimbetu and Stunner will tonight perform tracks from their new albums for the first time in Bulawayo at the National University of Science and Technology (Nust).


The two artistes will headline the annual Nust graduation bash which will also feature Garry B, Templeman, Bulawayo’s female DJ Liz, Fire and United Kingdom-based King Alfred.

Stunner will perform songs from his latest album, If I Die Tonight, while Sulu will sample songs from his forthcoming album.

Stunner, a top rated hip-hop star recently who shared the stage with music superstar Oliver Mtukudzi last Saturday at the Castle Lager Biggest Braai, launched his album in August.

Stunner’s album carries tracks including Ndiri Humble, Inna Mi Head featuring Jamaican Sir Ford, Impilo Yethu featuring Albert Nyathi and Hatirevi Nyambo featuring Jah Prayzah.

Sulumani, who is set to launch his forthcoming album anytime soon, will also take the opportunity to sample new tracks from his yet-to-be-titled album.

Sulumani Chimbetu 

“This is the first time coming to Bulawayo after I launched my latest album in Harare. If I Die Tonight is coming to Bulawayo for the first time. It’s a privilege to share the new music with my Bulawayo people, we promise nothing, but a killer show,” Stunner said.

Sulu’s publicist, Joe Local, echoed the same sentiments with Stunner.

“This is going to be a good show. Fans should expect new music from us. We will sample new stuff from our forthcoming album for the first time in Bulawayo. Everyone knows what we do, we don’t disappoint and we will not disappoint the students on their last day at varsity. A top drawer performance is what we promise and will deliver,” Joe Local said.

Show organiser, Samuel Saungwemi, confirmed that all was in place for the big day.

“All is in order now and this is going to be a big day for music lovers and especially the graduands. This is their last dance as university students and we will do it in style. All the artists have confirmed their participation, we will have everything for everyone from hip-hop, house, dancehall and sungura,” Saungwemi said.


The album titled ‘PaChinhoyi’ seeks to advance the idea of togetherness and celebrates the beauty of African resorts among other issues.

CHINHOYI UNIVERSITY OF TECHNOLOGY School of Art & Design to release debut album this month!

CUT15 is an Afropop music group based at CUT which started last year when students and staff came together and record a track titled ‘Beautiful Zimbabwe’. The group aims to facilitate creative expression among students, staff and the larger community.

CUT school of Art and Design Dean, Dr Wonderful Bere said a number of strategies have been put in place to maintain and grow the band adding that as part of the university vision, the band will launch its first album on the 14th of this month.

CUT15 band manager, Russell Chawabvudza said the band will continue to be a permanent feature of the university as it comprises students and staff. He said the album titled ‘PaChinhoyi’ seeks to advance the idea of togetherness and celebrates the beauty of African resorts among other issues.

College and school bands normally falter if talented students leave institutions but the Chinhoyi University is now working on new strategies aimed at countering the challenge. Source-ZBC ONLINE NEWS-


by Andile Ndlovu | Nust-ZW

Dad, today i possess an aching heart

For the things you have failed to do

And those you are even failing to do now.

Its really breaking my soul.


I feel time is ticking fast

To get my heart pieces together.

Hatred is now a norm to me

I don’t even know where to begin


You have left me hopeless

That i will never find love from any man

How should i cope,dad

I am in so much hurting.


I feel like screaming and yelling

But in fear of my voice cracking

I feel like expressing myself

That you have really hurt me dad.


Listen to my hurtful words

For they are all i can say

I wish you had treated me right

Than just throwing me away like this



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“You sure this guy can help?” Detective Inspector Jess Marufu asked her partner as she made it a point not to step on top of sunken graveyards that surrounded them at the moment. For some reason whenever she had heard about warren Hills, she had, had this perception that it was the place to be, once you were dead of course.

“At the moment, I’m willing to talk to any psycho that will answer back.” Detective Sergeant Helen Huni answered with her gaze in front, disregarding the fact that she was walking on top of graves.

It wasn’t that Marufu had any superstitions on death, she worked on dead bodies all the time. It was just, after having seen that much death, she believed people resting ought to be respected.

…a girl was found dead just after the Warren Park D round about. She had blood all over her and a slit throat. The crime scene was messy and the conclusion was, they were dealing with an inexperienced killer..

The two had become partners only recently and neither ladies wanted to talk about the reasons behind it. Anyway, their track record had been stellar and they had been nicknamed the two Sherlocks of Harare Homicide, something that almost went to their heads had it been not for a case that had seem so simple on face value but had contributed to many sleepless nights and an obsession that was increasingly border lining on the psychotic. A week to date; 3rd of February, a girl was found dead just after the Warren Park D round about. She had blood all over her and a slit throat. The crime scene was messy and the conclusion was, they were dealing with an inexperienced killer, hence this was going to be a walk in the park. A walk in the park it was.

Then yesterday evening, a voice that brought chills to Marufu, had called and had pointed a finger at an old caretaker who had dedicated his life to catering for the dead in Warren Hills Cemetery. Urban legend had it that, many years ago, the caretaker had witnessed a brutal murder that had messed with his brains. After wards, he wasn’t able to distinguish the present from the past, and most of what he said was just pure trash. But the two detectives had seen it all to know that diamonds came from compressed trash.

“I think I see him.” Huni said pointing at a Dead End sign. An old man with a pipe and a tattered blanket over his legs was sitting leaning against it, not a care in the world.

“I think this is stupid.” Marufu said abruptly stopping, one hand on the tip of her gun. “Extremely stupid.”

“I know. That’s why we are doing it.” Huni said proceeding.

Marufu couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen, she felt cold and dead inside and battled with going back and throwing the tip line out the window. But then Huni continued without fear, and her turning back would just reflect badly on her record. As she followed after Huni however, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was walking into a trap. The feeling was so strong, she swore she heard footsteps follow after her. Whenever she turned, however, nothing and no one was there.

She turned and soldiered on.

“Maswera sei.” Huni said and the old man turned to face her and her partner. “I’m Detective-“

“Finally.” The man said as he focused his gaze on Marufu. “You a detective too, Mzukuru?’


“Good. That gun might just protect you.”

“From what?”

“The man who is hunting you. I fear, he is close, Mzukuru.”

Marufu shivered involuntarily, and for an instance froze. She was experiencing it again. The symptoms that came before… “What man? Why is he hunting me down?”

“I told her the very same thing. To be careful, because the man was hunting her down. She thought I was crazy. I hear she died.” He tilted his head to the sky then puffed out smoke.

“Sir, are you talking about the girl found by the Round about?” Huni asked as she opened a file she had in her hands.


“That’s her…” Huni began then paused. “How did you know that?”

“I told her the man was hunting her down. Just like he’s hunting you down.” He said looking straight into Marufu’s eyes. “She didn’t listen. Now she’s dead.”

“What can you tell us about the man?” Marufu asked trying to remain calm. “Who is he?”

“You remind me so much of my granddaughter Melissa. They say she went missing. Are you detectives here to investigate that?” He asked sitting upright like someone who had just become aware of their surroundings. He dropped his pipe as tears shone in his eyes. “I was with her yesterday. She left and I swore she was with that boy we kuraini. Are you detectives here for that?”

Both women were taken aback by the sudden change in character, not sure on how to proceed and feeling like her time had been wasted, Huni turned to leave. Marufu who believed that old man had more secrets hidden, and who wanted to know more about who was hunting her, cleared her throat as she said,

“What year is this, sekuru?”

“1989. What kind of a question is that little girl? And look at what you wearing! Melissa was dressed exactly like this and look what happened to her.” He looked straight into her eyes then said. “He’s looking for you. The same way he was looking for her. Matilda, they used to call her.”

“Let’s go.” Huni hissed at her partner.

“He’s on to something you know.”

“Is that why you’re shaking?”

“No.” Marufu said as she put her hands behind her back. “I think he’s the key to solving our murder.”

“Yeah. If we can get him to stay in 2011!” Huni shrieked as she picked up pace.

“Wait. They said he witnessed a violent murder that messed with his brains, right?”

“Why are we doing this again?”

“What if it’s connected to 1989 and what happened to his granddaughter?”

“We haven’t solved this murder. You want us to re-visit an old one?”

“No. let’s go back to him and talk about 1989. If he’s mixing up our victim with his granddaughter’s disappearance. He’s bound to mix up his granddaughter with our victim’s death.”

Before Huni had a chance to respond both women suddenly fell to the ground, and blood began oozing from one of them. The old caretaker picked up his pipe, neatly folded his blanket, got up and as he walked away said, more to himself,

“I keep warning them. Just like that girl. The one they called Matilda.”



by Farai Kwesha| @fatsoRai

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It was 4:45pm, and Tatenda might as well have been the only one in the waiting room. The only other person was his father, and as far as Tatenda was concerned, that was as good as no one at all. His father appeared more nervous than he was – he would clasp then unclasp his hands, pace up and down the room, and at ten second intervals check his watch. Tatenda thought he was being overly theatrical, but it amused him and as a consequence also put him at ease. He shook his head as his eyes followed his father across the room. Save for the sound of his father’s heavy breaths, the room was silent.

The silence was quickly broken by the sound of a screeching door being opened, and a young woman walking into the room, evidently dejected. Her eyes glistened – the looming threat of tears apparent, prompting her to walk the rest of the way out face-down. Tatenda gulped loudly as he stared on, and suddenly he was uneasy again. Following behind the young woman, a man walked in and told him his audition was up. Not fully aware how, Tatenda mustered up enough courage to rise from his seat follow the man to the audition room.

This was the day he had been preparing since he was 5 when his parents had invested in a grand piano. His father always told him that as a toddler, Tatenda was always drawn to the piano and would reach out his tiny arms for the keys and start jabbing at them. He remembered this in vivid detail, and his first piano teacher – a grumpy old German woman from his prep school who cracked the whip on him every time he missed a note. He remembered how miserable she made him.

Over the years, his love for piano had only grown stronger, only surpassed by his parents’ love for his piano playing. He was a prodigy. He played at high school showcases, in church, and at family events to rave reviews from those who had the honour of watching him perform. During his high school talent show in his senior year, a recruiter from Juliard had asked him to audition for a scholarship in their music programme, much to his parents’ elation.

And now, here he was. The only thing standing between him and a future in his craft was the door to the audition room. He grasped the door knob tightly, looked at his father’s anxious countenance, then at the door knob again, and finally the floor. “Was this what he really wanted? Did he want to spend the rest of his life playing piano?” All these were complex questions his mind cavorted on with no definitive answer, but the one that followed was a much more determined question. Was playing the piano his dream or his parents’? He began to think deeply. To find the answer to this question he had to reach far beyond the limits of his mind, but he couldn’t. Tatenda looked at his father’s eager face once more, and suddenly it hit him.

He loved piano, he always had, but along the way that love had been tainted by his parents. Although with noble intentions, they had adulterated his love for piano because now he only played as a filial duty – he did it for them.

After this epiphany, Tatenda slowly began to release his hand from the door knob and stepped away from the door. He looked at his father intently and said, “I have to do this for me” and walked out of the room.