A thief was caught, and the truth was bled out of him


by Lawrence Mainja

To some, the picture of a dreadlocked young man receiving a vicious beating and confessing to theft is nothing but a case of instant justice. A thief was caught, and the truth was bled out of him. Simple.

To others, the mild violence is nothing but a mirroring of societal frustrations that are a result of muffled political voices.

In this clip, it is difficult to separate the horror from dark humor. Most find themselves both horrified but sometimes entertainment by the confession and the conversation.

Mahatma Gandhi the go-to guy for pacifists once observed that “poverty is the worst form of violence.”

Without inferring too much into the economic background of the parties involved in this public service of justice, it is easy to notice that the setting of this public court jesting smells of the downtrodden-ness and poverty that characterize the daily life of our 93-year-old president’s beloved jewel. Gandhi further objected to violence saying, “I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.” It is refreshing that the thief does confess but this sets out a bad precedent for all those who catch suspected thieves. They will be tempted to beat them and record. And, we become more lawless and brutal than we are right now. But, this also has deeper roots beyond the man with the whip – our government.  

For decades, violence has remained the modus operandi of those in power. Its use though minimal has been effective. Relying on shock and the sensationalism that characterize the soap opera of the Stunner-Olinda types. The cases of violence though limited have managed to cripple a nation. Outright violence has been replaced by outright fear. In those emotionally brutalized by the state, the only outlet is the brutalization of fellow men.

Because a veneer of law and order exists, it is those who are deemed to be living at the edge of morality who have become victims and objects of the pacification of citizen rage. Petty thieves, errant children, prostitutes and cheaters are now unwitting symbols as well as victims of violence.

Now, we all believe that individuals who break the law should be dealt with accordingly. The question raised by many is; is the kind of punishment capture by camera worth the crime.

A number of videos have emerged that show mild violence. This other day, someone posted a video on a Whatsapp Group of police officers beating up a couple they found in an uncompromising position in the woods. Am sure laws exist to prosecute such crimes or misdemeanors. But, beating up two consenting adults just because you found them in the woods shows the level of uncontrollable rage in our daily lives, rage that finds its outlet in the brutalization of so-called misfits.

The dreadlocked man who stole a bunch of cell phones committed a mortal sin of theft. In a nation of laws, the thief should be arrested arraigned before the courts and a balanced sentence administered. But, we are not a nation of laws.
More is at stake in the next election. Videos of ‘ugly’ Zimbabweans like this one will continue to appear on online platforms. In a better nation with equal application of the law, they would be videos about foolishness without the backdrop of violence caused by muffled political voices.

7 Things You Need To Know About Zimbabwean Police Roadblocks


By Kalabash Contributor 

In the past years, Police roadblocks have become a fundraising platform for our broke government. With most motorists ignorant of police conduct they have been left at the mercy of the police. It is no secret the majority of Zimbabweans are economically hard-pressed and below is some things you should know about police roadblocks.

1. A police officer is obligated to tell you their name along with their force/service number and the police station they come from when attending to you at a roadblock.

2. Your driver’s license disk is private property so the policeman attending to you is obligated to return it to you the instant you ask for it back. A policeman isn’t allowed to attend to another car once they have stopped you at a police roadblock.

3. A vehicle cannot be impounded on the basis that the driver doesn’t have money to pay a spot fine. If you do not have money to pay a spot fine be sure to ask for a “Form 265”  which affords the motorist 7 days to pay the fine or contest the fine in the courts.

4. Police should show you their schedule of fines prior to writing you a ticket. If they cannot show you this then they cannot write you a ticket for any offense.

5. Cops are not allowed to be at a roadblock with their private cars. Any police car that stops you must have number plates.

6. Spikes are not allowed to be thrown at a moving vehicle and in any case, this is done anyone can sue for damages with the help of Legal resources foundation (is you can’t afford the legal fees). In any case, one is pressing charges against the police the state and the police officer in his/her individual capacity.

7. Police often give motorists fines for giving rides to strangers, but giving a ride to strangers is not prohibited by law, what is prohibited is charging for it.

There you have it, information is power and that information will come handy on the road. Be sure to join the conversations on twitter running under #DearZRP and also check Road Users Association website (www.rua.org.zw ) for updates.

What is Musombodhiya? | Kala Documentary


By Donald Mabido

Musombodhiya is a popular illicit alcoholic substance sold on the black market in Zimbabwe. Jah Prayzah and Military touch even sing about how intoxicating it is in their song Chekeche. It’s cheap and addictive. It’s made out of an alcohol concentrate and water. Kalabash media caught up with a community coming to grips with the consequences of having this substance readily available on the streets and talked to one man as he went to get his daily dose of Musombodhiya.

How to Get Strangled By An Artist


by Madman Filtered

You will know, I have been an artist for a minute, once or twice a year I create something truly remarkable, and once or twice a year I have to stand outside on garbage collection day and hand the dustman a few notes so he doesn’t open the jute sack, heavy and dripping blood.


In the interests of public safety, and me not having to part with my hard-earned money so often, here is a list of things to never, ever, say to an artist, no matter how well you mean with your ignorance.


Deep. Never call art deep. An ocean is deep, a swimming pool is deep, maybe the sea. An artwork is not deep unless it’s a painting, maybe, of one of the above. Or a sculpture of water.


If I ever get told I look like an artist again I will not only murder the speaker but wipe out the entire clan. I will reduce your name to dust, smash the tombstones of your dearly departed, dig up their corpses and feed their bones to strays. I will burn down the Registrar General’s office to make sure you are utterly erased from all existence. That includes your social media accounts; no one will be writing RIP on your Facebook wall on your birthday.


Maybe I take drugs, maybe I don’t, maybe I take them as much as the next guy, maybe I don’t, but just because you don’t see how it came to existence doesn’t mean I was stoned or cocked like f*** when I came it. Let me tell you something: creativity is an affliction, do you think it’s fun to see the ugliness in things and try to fix it with words? Do you think it’s fun seeing people and shapes distorted, the only way to deal with it being to paint it so everyone else can label it ‘abstract art’? Ask Beethoven, do you think it’s fun hearing not just voices, but sounds of harpsichords and oboes even when you are deaf? Ask him again…louder!


Is there money in art? I don’t know, have I ever asked you for money? If your answer is yes did I pay it back? When was the last time you saw me or my colleagues at a homeless shelter? How many artists come to your local soup kitchen? Is Doctor Dre a billionaire? How many rappers are millionaires? We are not all Picassos, granted, some of us might be Van Goughs, some leeches or parasites (probably of the ‘children’ variety) will spend our dues long after we are gone, that is well and dandy. You should realise that it’s not always about the money, hell, imagine if John Grisham had become a criminal, James Patterson never invented Alex Cross but chose to live life as his arch nemesis. Imagine if your favourite poet, probably poor as fuck decided he would rather open a church and prey on your gullibility? Here’s something to do: think of artists as monks and nuns in the service of God…or something.


Why do you do what you do? Honestly, I am asking you the same thing. Art may be a tough industry to break into, but you know what? So is medicine, seven years cutting up dead people can’t be fun; and there can be only one president at a time…sometimes a time means thirty-six years but who cares right? You mean we should do stuff because it’s easy? Are you proud of that thought? Are you proud of telling someone to stop doing what they are doing because it’s hard? Are you proud of your weakness and shedding it into other children? Shame on you! You know what else is hard? Accounting, not only do you have to know maths, you actually know how little your piece of the pie is compared to the whole. Now leave us alone and go bother them.

*May or may not be Philani A. Nyoni’s pseudonym.

Teenage farmer stuns Chirau community


by Watmore Makokoba

After failing to proceed with education, a 17-year-old  from Mareverwa village ward 12 has left Chirau community in Zvimba District astounded after coming tops in conservation farming and concurrently assuming the post of the ‘leading farmer’ in a group composed of 20 farmers. Seeing an insecure future, Tonderai Chifamba, who dropped school at form 3 after failing to secure fees decided to utilise available resources and venture into farming on his father’s piece of land.
Living in a communal area where the community largely depends on peasant farming and the soils have been heavily depleted of all the fertility over the years due to over usage, coupled with successive droughts that have hit the area, Tonderai had to find ways of making the land productive, otherwise his new found career in farming would be futile.

His parents, both alive, already burdened with looking after other siblings saw this as a breakthrough and supported him by allocating him a portion from the family’s piece of land, little did they know that this was the genesis of a marvel that would follow. Albeit the scanty piece of land at hand and inadequate inputs, Tonderai was not deterred but was determined to do not only his family proud but the whole of Chirau community.

“I dropped school in form three mid last year after my family failed to secure fees for me to proceed, my parents are both unemployed and I knew there was no hope in looking up to them,

“I nearly became hopeless until I decided to utilize what was available, my father’s small piece of land,

“ I decided to do the opposite of what the youths are doing when faced with my situation, many youths in my situation are idle and doing drugs, so I decided to set an example to my siblings that going to townships to look for employment is not the only solution available”, said Tonderai.

During the onset of the 2016 rain season, Environment Africa through financial support from Bread for the World – Protestant Development Service were implementing a community livelihoods improvement and climate change resilience-building project that would include localised responses to climate change phenomenon, to him this was a golden opportunity to augment his dream of becoming a farmer since there was nothing else for him to do in a country where many youths succumb juvenile delinquencies and drug abuse due to high unemployment.
The program’ s objective is to train groups of smallholder farmers on Conservation Agriculture (CA), provide inputs and offer support, monitoring and evaluation working hand in hand with the Agricultural Extension Officers and local seed producing companies.

When the time for the demo plots evaluations came, it was ‘bolt out of the blue’ to the Chirau Community that Tonderai, the youngest farmer ever to hail from the area, if not the country at large came out second in a group of 20 experienced and elder local farmers. Subsequently, Tonderai‘s achievement made him defy all odds as he was appointed lead frame of his group.

During the field day event held in the village, Chief Chirau applauded the young man and implored fellow youths to emulate what he has done. “I am grateful and moved by what this young man has done, this must be a template that we must adopt in our community from now onwards, we will from now on priorities the youths in all developmental programs so that they take charge of their destiny now, him,” said Chief Chirau.

Although Tonderai’s dream would have been to complete his education and perhaps pursue other career channels, fate and opportunity have opened a new chapter in his life that he has fallen in love with and accordingly, if there is any advancement he will undertake, it’s centered on enhancing his knowledge and skill in his newly found passion, conservation agriculture.