Zimbos Are Not Paralysed, We’re Just Not Stupid
A reply to the sermon that the diaspora is too emotional to invest at home. Caution after a country has robbed you twice is not paralysis. It is memory.
I am a Zimbabwean who has spent most of his working life leading humanitarian and development organisations across the continent, and most of his private life reading, arguing and taking notes. This is where I put the notes.
The state sent 300 police to clear Harare's traders, then made the President's birthday a public holiday by decree. No vote. No consultation.
You queue to buy the form that lets you join the queue. The passport office is not a passport problem — it is a governing philosophy, and citizens pay for it twice.
A reply to the sermon that the diaspora is too emotional to invest at home. Caution after a country has robbed you twice is not paralysis. It is memory.
The argument for a third term is an argument for making elections meaningless. Rules that bend once bend again.
After the abduction and torture of Joana Mamombe and two others: why Zimbabwe's civil damages law should reach the perpetrator's own pocket.
Zimbabwe went into Mozambique expecting a fast job. Nigeria's experience of Boko Haram says otherwise — a purely military answer makes the thing worse.
Written from Afghanistan as the MDC Alliance turned on itself: the 2018 election was a plebiscite of hope, and the party was busy squandering it.
Infrastructure for African enterprise, built on the assumption that the talent is already here.
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I grew up in Zimbabwe, was educated in [place], and have spent [X] years leading organisations through some of the harder situations the continent has produced. I have lived and worked in [countries]. I am interested in why some places flourish and others do not, and increasingly convinced the answer has less to do with resources than with rules.
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