Author: Tawonga Kurewa

Let us dispense with the pleasantries. The rambling, self-incriminating social media post by Patrick Chinamasa, the ZANU-PF Secretary for Legal Affairs, is not a clarification; it is the political suicide note of a fallen giant, a bitter man now operating as a hired gun for the Zvigananda faction. His feigned surprise at the “furore” surrounding Kudakwashe Tagwirei’s illegal co-option is a cynical performance that insults the intelligence of every Zimbabwean. With this post, Chinamasa and his co-conspirator, the National Political Commissar Munyaradzi Machacha, have not just put their political lives on the line for a corrupt financier; they have signed…

Friends, citizens, fellow Zimbabweans. There’s a particular kind of insult that cuts deeper than most: when those who steal from the communal pot then try to blame the person trying to stop them. That’s precisely what we’re seeing unfold in the ZIMASCO saga, a story that lays bare the rotten heart of corruption and the troubling ease with which justice can be twisted in our land. At the center of this audacious corporate heist is a group you’ll recognise: Kudakwashe Tagwirei and Wicknell Chivayo, backed by lawyer Wilson Manase, businessman Danny Marundure, Mines Minister Winston Chitando, and their frontman Shepherd…

Zimbabwe’s political landscape, perpetually a theatre of shifting alliances and backroom deals, is currently gripped by a dramatic unfolding: the very public fallout between business tycoon Kudakwashe Tagwirei, often dubbed the “Queen Bee” for his pervasive influence, and his long-time protégé, Youth Empowerment Minister Tino Machakaire (aka TINmac). What was once a carefully orchestrated path to the presidency for Machakaire has reportedly devolved into a bitter rivalry, as Tagwirei himself now angles for the top seat, leaving Machakaire stranded and enraged. For over a decade, Tagwirei has allegedly played the role of the ultimate political puppeteer, meticulously cultivating Machakaire as…

There are moments in the life of a nation when a single utterance slices through the thin veneer of political pretense, exposing the raw, ugly truth beneath. Such a moment arrived this week in Bulawayo, courtesy of Kudakwashe Tagwirei. With astonishing audacity, the man widely known as the grand looting architect of our modern era stood before the National University of Science and Technology and, in a breathtaking display of contempt, declared that Zimbabweans who have not secured government tenders are “foolish”. Let that sink in. In a country where poverty gnaws at the soul of millions, where formal jobs…

Zimbabwe’s political stage, a constant theater of shadows and whispers, was last week illuminated by a rare burst of unfiltered truth. It came, not from the usual pulpits of policy, but from a heated exchange between former Local Government Minister Saviour Kasukuwere and Kudakwashe Tagwirei, the man widely acknowledged as the grand looting architect of our time. Kasukuwere’s scathing rebuke, labeling Tagwirei a “good thief” but a dismal leader, cut through the political rhetoric, laying bare the grotesque ambition of a figure who now openly seeks to buy the very soul of the nation. The context was a “land tenure…

The late, great Alex Magaisa left us with many potent allegories, but none as chillingly prescient as the legend of Mamvura. May his soul rest in peace. His tale of a man the village dismissed as unwell who then proceeded to drive a bus was a stark warning against complacency; a prophecy that the unthinkable can happen when a nation dismisses blatant ambition as a joke. Today, Magaisa’s prophecy is unfolding, not merely with a single bus, but within the very fabric of the company that owns it. The ZANU-PF party, the historic Owner of Zimbabwe’s political franchise, has a…

Before the sun has even breached the horizon, she is awake. She is the Zimbabwean woman, the true, unsung hero of this broken nation. She navigates a world designed by a cruel economic system that seems to charge a tax for breathing. She is the vendor on the street corner, dodging municipal police while selling tomatoes to pay for a child’s school fees. She is the cross-border trader, risking life and limb for a sliver of profit. She is the mother who must choose between buying a loaf of bread and a single sanitary pad for her daughter. She is…

The soil of Zimbabwe is sacred. It is not mere dirt; it is a repository of memory, watered by the blood of the First Chimurenga and consecrated by the sacrifice of the Second. For this land, we, as a nation, endured decades of struggle. For this land, we stood defiant, weathering international condemnation, economic sanctions, and political isolation. We lost diplomatic standing, foreign investment, and global reputation, all for a single, non-negotiable principle: that the land, stolen by colonial settlers, rightfully belongs to the people of Zimbabwe. It was our defining act of sovereignty, a victory that Robert Mugabe, for…

For twenty years, the people of Zimbabwe have been sold a potent drug: the hope of Nelson Chamisa. We have been asked to invest our dreams, our votes, and our very futures in the promise of his charisma. We watched him rise, we excused his missteps, we defended his failures, always clinging to the belief that he was our champion. We were told his chaotic methods were a new form of politics. We were told his lack of strategy was “strategic ambiguity”, though the only visible element was the overwhelming presence of nothingness. We were even told “God is in…

In the great plains of our motherland, when a mighty beast is wounded and ailing, the vultures begin to circle. They do not kill it. They wait, with unnerving patience, for the moment it can no longer stand. Our nation, our Constitution, is that wounded beast. And as it stumbles, a coterie of political vultures, emboldened by the scent of decay, is gathering for a feast. Their plan is not to heal the nation, but to carve up its dying body for their own gluttonous benefit. This is the grim reality of the “Revived 2030 Bid.” It is not a…