Situationsl awareness is a must in Harare it seems.

#LetsTalkZimlife cont.. So I have noticed that there is a lot of cutting down of trees along Harare Drive and other areas. Are the National Parks and EMA aware of this deforestation taking place? Trees make our areas beautiful and they keep our environment air fresh. They store all the carbon. Do we have a national land policy on cutting down trees? Trees take many years to grow, and we need to preserve them as much as possible. Its so heartbreaking to see trees being cut down like this. 💔

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#LetsTalkZimlife cont...I have not been posting much because I wasn't getting any of those rare attacks of intelligence cos I had run out of Jacobs Coffee imagine. So finally I managed to squeeze a few dollars out of my meagre income to buy the JC. Now where were we? Lets start with the pending vendor street clean up. Now the way I see it behind every vendor on the the street there is a story behind it. There is a hungry child at home waiting to be fed, rent to be paid, school fees and meds for the sick to be bought. Let us first find the root cause of this problem and sort it out. Why do we have so many vendors on the streets? 🤔

I am playing Paul Matavire's songs on YouTube. Haaa this guy was talented. 🤩🤩

One day I’ll tell you about how I spent almost a year without working but the Germany social security system took care of me and my family (wife and 3 kids, no side chick 🤭)

#KingsMemoirs Part Three — From Ardbennie to Morgan High. The years rolled on at Ardbennie Primary School. Ardbennie Primary School The lessons learnt, the lifelong friendships forged, the eisteddfods, the plays, the sports and all those little moments that seemed ordinary at the time but have somehow stayed with me for more than five decades. One of my most memorable moments came on stage. Our school plays were sometimes staged at nearby St Anthony’s Hall, away from the outdoor “lawn stage” that served as our assembly venue in the centre of the classroom blocks. I had a role in one particular play that I have never forgotten. My close friend Michael Finch played the King, while another pupil played his Queen. I had a rather interesting supporting role. 😂 At one point I had to eat a banana on stage. Then, according to the script, I casually flipped the banana peel onto the floor before sitting down in “obedience” as the King and Queen made their entrance. Everything was going according to plan. Until the King stepped onto the banana skin. WHAM! Michael crashed to the floor. The rest of the cast went into immediate “shock”. And suddenly I was surrounded by the King’s men, baying for my blood. 🤣🤣🤣 The play ended in tears. Mine. 😂😂😂 The funny thing is, even then I wanted to play the King. But the playwright, Mrs Rodrigues, clearly had other ideas. Looking back, that was one of those priceless school moments I wish we had been able to capture on camera. My parents were in the audience that evening, along with the other proud parents. If any of my old schoolmates, teachers or their families happen to have photographs from that performance, please get in touch. I would love to see that banana peel again. 😂 And then it was time to leave The final year at Ardbennie rolled on quickly. Before I knew it, I was sitting in Mr JS Stoddard’s Standard 5 class, my final year of primary school. Then came the moment every schoolchild eventually faces. It was time to say goodbye. I was leaving Ardbennie Primary School and heading to Form One at Morgan High School. Oddly enough, I don't remember thinking much about missing my friends. There was a reason for that. The education system was structured along racial lines, and for Coloured pupils in Salisbury, the next destination was usually another designated school. Most of my Ardbennie friends were heading to Morgan High School. Others might go to St John’s High School. If you were in Bulawayo, there was Founders High School. In Gwelo, Nashville High. There were also designated schools such as Baring and Embhakwe for pupils in other parts of the country. So there was always the possibility that schoolmates would meet again somewhere down the road. For most of us from Ardbennie, though, Morgan was the destination. Morgan High was conveniently located near the Coloured suburbs of St Martins, Sunningdale and Ardbennie, as well as the predominantly Asian suburb of Ridgeview. But arriving there as a little boy from Ardbennie was intimidating. The sheer scale of the school. The new faces. The pupils arriving from other primary schools. The boarding houses filled with pupils from outside Salisbury, some coming from as far away as Umtali and Enkeldoorn, now Chivhu. It was an eye-opener. And then there were the pupils from the Asian community. For many of us, Morgan was where we first really interacted with them. They were affectionately known as Bhai Ouens, or Bhai Mensa, “Bhai”, meaning brother. And suddenly, this boy from the ghetto was sitting next to Bhai Ouens and chicks, many of them sons and daughters of well-to-do shop owners. That was quite an equaliser for me. 😂😂😂 But if I'm being completely honest, it wasn't the boys who distracted me. I was a boy just beginning to lose his childhood voice and taking an interest in girls. And those Asian girls had me mesmerised. 😂 Sitting next to them in class and watching them toss their flowing hair was enough to completely distract me

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Part 2: Monday Dassa for huge gatherings #TheElectricMixer

#LetsTalkZimlife cont. I have noticed that our architects are not very creative. The country is now full of ugly buildings. I wonder why they don't show us beautiful morden building with nice climate change features. Instead we still see the old V shapped verandahs and old designs on most buildings. I aways ask myself but why? Even in the rural areas the kumagrocer buildings are still the same box flat roof designs. Aah we can do better.

Where is @chefarchiepie ?

Patriots🇿🇦 acted emotionally. The economy will act realistically. Give it 3 months, you will be Marching on Marching ukuthi Ababuye! Economics is not child's play. You will regret this nonsense if you ain't careful.

Not good news for @BeeNubian then? Is this true @SMununuri ?

To be honest my Amainini @ngaapinde only re appears when there is a competition running by @TeamFuloZim . So I am not threatened but I do need to be careful 😂😂😂@leesah_zimbo

Today is a special day for all you beer lovers in South Africa. We have successfully canned out first Beer 🍻🍺🍻at our labour of love entity @alch_craft2026. Introducing Alchemist Craft Brewery's Bohemian Pilsner, The Crucible. We started off with a humble maiden brew of 1,781 cans so place your orders real fast to avoid disappointment. Our cost per can is not that great at the moment. We are selling at R35 per can and will consider a discount for bulk purchases. Our next target is about 7,000 cans and the price per can will drop accordingly. What we have here is one of the best Pilsners you will ever drink on your hopefully long and prosperous life. I would have made my Grandmother proud. She was the best Chikokiyana Brewers in all of Vuhera by far, but I digress. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼: A craft pilsner with a balanced hop aroma and crisp bitter finish. 𝗔𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲: 5.0 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 Keep refrigerated. 𝗜𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 Spring Water, Specially Cultured Pilsner Yeast, Barley Malt & Aroma Hops. 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 Barley. 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 Alcohol abuse is dangerous to your health. Drinking during pregnancy can be harmful to your unborn baby. Not for sale to persons under the age of 18 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 Best served cold. Don't forget to retweet for Awareness. #FirstBrew #CraftBeerLife #BreweryFinance #SmallBatch #CraftBeer Cc: @daddyhope @advocatemahere

Tonight's plate is for @boldcolours: pan-fried pepper frikkadels on a bed of baby spinach.📸iPhone 7 Plus

Where is @zandatoto ? I hope is okay wherever he is. I enjoy his posts on food that he cooks here

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