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
Remniscence of the bush war
He had never told us before about Comrade Mukautadze.
By Onie Ndoro
Aug. 31, 2025
When nightmare becomes a reality
For the past two weeks, together with Rasta and Fatso we ran for ten kilometres daily in the morning as we prepared for the big day.
By Onie Ndoro
Aug. 24, 2025
When night falls, terror rises
It was not difficult to convince me. For a straight forward delivery job, the money was mouth-watering.
By Onie Ndoro
Aug. 3, 2025
Adrenaline and antlers: The hunting expedition II
Baba VaTata parked by the side of the road near a cluster of trees.
By Onie Ndoro
Jul. 27, 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
Million dollar question from Musa
We already had a piece of land earmarked for our housing cooperative and everyone had been shown the land.
By Onie Ndoro
Jun. 22, 2025
Sometimes things just go wrong whether you like it or not
Marwadzo shook his head from side to side.
By Onie Ndoro
Aug. 18, 2024
The dark side of having leaders with misplaced priorities
It was quiet obvious to me that the clinic was understaffed. I felt pity for the doctor who had to attend to the growing line of patients.
By Onie Ndoro
Aug. 4, 2024
