Beyond Zororo Bar: A trip to the edge of the world
We all took the bait. Fatso and Rasta were too excited and hardly needed any persuasion. In other ways, Baba VaTata was right. Our lives revolved around Zororo Bar. It was either work or Zororo Bar
By Onie Ndoro
Oct. 12, 2025
Adrenaline and antlers: The hunting expedition
Wiltshire Farm was a privately owned farm, located about thirty kilometres away from the location along the Old Mazowe Road.
By Onie Ndoro
Jul. 20, 2025
A big day worth celebrating for BaTata
Baba VaTata was uncomfortable with this act of love. It was as if he was given a present he did not like, but he had to go along with it because that was what was expected of him.
By Onie Ndoro
Apr. 27, 2025
Late night drinking binge
Fatso and Rasta looked at Baba VaTata with anticipated pleasure. Rasta beamed a smile that ran from one corner of his mouth to the other.
By Onie Ndoro
Nov. 3, 2024
Ghetto Dances: Walking with the dead: Spooky side of the night
Behind us, Rasta suddenly tripped and fell headlong, his head hitting the ground first. He moaned as he tried to get up.
By Onie Ndoro
Jul. 7, 2024
Strategy, the recipe for success
After that we left for Zororo Bar. By this time, the sun was dipping in the western horizon and the sky was yellow above the silhouettes of the houses in the distant horizon.
By Onie Ndoro
Jun. 16, 2024
GhettoDances: An unexpected visit to the bar
The clean-up campaign by council was affecting small businesses which in most cases were not registered anyway.
By Onie Ndoro
May. 12, 2024
Ghetto Dances: Surely, the bubble will burst
“In that case, stay away from her, if Mukorogodo gets wind of it, he will roast you alive,” said Baba VaTata. Rasta just laughed laconically.
By Onie Ndoro
Mar. 31, 2024
Ghetto dances: This was a moment I could cherish forever
The evening had started well until my friends started do disappear one by one.
By Onie Ndoro
Nov. 19, 2023
