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@iAmKudaMaynard @bbmhlanga Zvekuti ari innocent zcinozivikamwa naiye. Politics hadzina innocent kn wada kurambira madziri

📌: “I am going home...” Journalist @bbmhlanga says he is returning to Zimbabwe, despite his recent arrest and threats to jail him 10 years. In this interview, he says he isn't afraid of whatever the govt plans to do to him and reflects on his decision to go back, and his coverage of the late Blessed Geza - what led to his 73 days in detention. 📺: youtu.be/QRGeM6dgJs0

@LadyMpopi @ZizinjaAbelungu The problem is that u don't have a country The Country u say it's yours is for white people U are nothing and u don't have anything u see

@ZizinjaAbelungu You didn't ask the state to intervene when illegals decided to scatter all over SA. Keep quiet now as well

The state needs to intervene. This is not right - Violence has never been a solution. 💔💔💔🙁🙁

@BaShonaBaShona @wicknellchivayo @ZANUPF_Official @edmnangagwa Mfana unonzwisa tsts iwe nxaaa

The Youth League has issued a statement about the $3.6 million proposed donation by Chivhayo @wicknellchivayo. The opposition has been in overdrive, making unfounded claims that ZANU-PF @ZANUPF_Official and the President @edmnangagwa are using him to capture Parliament @state institutions so that MPs can vote in favor of the amendment bill. The Youth League is there to protect and safeguard the interests of the party on various platforms.

@acielumumba Ano verenga tsvina iyi ndiyani ko gara pasi mhan iwe

On 11 April 2026, The President Fired His Top Spy. "Your leechcraft ere long will have all men walking on all fours — if it be not checked." — Gandalf to Théoden, The Two Towers ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ On 11 April 2026, The President Fired the CIO Director Fulton Mangwanya, Director-General of the CIO, had become dangerous to this presidency. Not politically dangerous. Existentially dangerous. The difference is the difference between losing an election and losing the country. To understand why, you must understand the rule he broke. And the parasite he failed to see — Paul Tungwarara, the man who turned the President's name into a personal brand. THE ONE DOCTRINE A Director-General of intelligence is permitted to do almost anything. He can arrest without warrant. He can detain without charge. He can surveil any phone, any room, any bedroom. He can compromise ministers. He can turn journalists. He can buy witnesses. He can bury witnesses. He can corrupt, infiltrate, blackmail, neutralise. Inside every serious intelligence service on earth, the DG's power is almost total. He is given authority no cabinet minister, no police commissioner, no army general, no chief justice will ever hold. There is one thing he is not permitted to do. He is not permitted to lie to his President. THE PARASITE There is a parasite who feeds directly off the President's name. He calls himself "Dr" Paul Tungwarara. The title is fake. The doctorate is purchased. The mouth is the only thing about him that is real. He is the most brazen impostor currently walking Zimbabwean soil, and he invokes the names of the First Family the way a salesman invokes a brand. When your own intelligence service becomes blind to the most obvious threat inside the house, you do not have a security problem. You have a betrayal problem. THE LINEAGE To understand how a man like Tungwarara could rise this close to a President, you must first understand the chair the Director-General occupies. Zimbabwe's intelligence service was built in 1963 by Ken Flower — a Rhodesian police officer trained in CIA and MI6 doctrine, who served as Ian Smith's chief of intelligence through the entire Rhodesian war. When Mugabe took power in 1980, the expectation was that Flower would be the first colonial relic discarded. He was not. Mugabe kept him on, and kept him on, and kept him on. The decision looked devoid of logic — preserving the white man whose service had been hunting the comrades two years earlier. But Mugabe understood what most of his cadre did not. The chair Flower occupied was not a political appointment. It was a craft. The man in it had to know how to run a service, how to read a cable, how to discriminate between what the President needed to know and what the President merely wanted to hear. The cost of replacing him with a loyalist who did not know the craft would be measured not in politics but in blood. Three DGs followed. Each one taught the President a lesson. Happyton Bonyongwe ran the CIO through the latter years of the Mugabe presidency. He had the President's confidence, the President's access, the craft, the calibre. And in the final stretch of that tenure, he held the single most consequential piece of intelligence a Zimbabwean director-general has ever possessed — the knowledge that Grace Mugabe was poison, and that unless the President was told this clearly, on the record, with the full weight of his office behind it, the republic was going to fracture. The record suggests Bonyongwe could not deliver the assessment the moment required. He let the President govern a simulation. The consequence is history. During Operation Restore Legacy, Bonyongwe sought the coup plotters' permission to visit Mugabe at Blue Roof. A DG asking the army for permission to see his own head of state is not a director-general. He is a witness to his own failure of nerve. Isaac Ananias Moyo came next — a career diplomat redeployed from the Pretoria embassy to lead the CIO in 2017. In diplomacy, your daily discipline is to manage perception. In intelligence, the discipline is the opposite — to strip every perception away and see the thing as it is. By the time Moyo was fired, the President had lost confidence in the quality of assessment reaching his desk. Fulton Mangwanya came next, and on paper he was the right man. Commandant of the Robert Mugabe School of Intelligence at Msasa Park, where every Zimbabwean intelligence officer is trained. A man who had trained the trainers and certified the officers now serving under him. He understood the craft from its foundations. He should have understood its limits. That is the tragedy of it. THE ACCESS AGENT When a man rises close to the President, it is because the intelligence service let him rise. Every time. Without exception. Nobody gets within the inner ring of a serving head of state by accident. Nobody acquires Presidential-prefixed programmes, Presidential advisory titles, Presidential rally circuits, and Presidential disbursement authority by simply being charming. The gate to that ring is a door. The door has one keeper. His job is to decide who walks through. When somebody the nation does not recognise suddenly appears at that altitude — giving speeches, commanding fear, issuing instructions the cabinet itself cannot override — the keeper of the door either approved the ascent, slept through it, or was bought by it. There is no fourth possibility. There is an intelligence term that describes exactly what Paul Tungwarara has become to this presidency. It is called an access agent. An access agent is not an enemy who attacks from outside. He is somebody who gets close enough that his nearness becomes his power. He does not steal secrets. He becomes the environment in which secrets are formed. The intelligence term is clinical. The literary name is truer. Wormtongue — the whisperer at the king's elbow in Tolkien's Rohan, whose counsel was always to suspect, always to withdraw, always to trust only him. The hall of Théoden nearly fell not because an army breached the gate, but because the doorman had been corrupted. THE ARSENAL OF NAMES I know a cabinet minister who took a call from a man not in cabinet. The voice on the line opened with "the President has instructed." The minister, trained by the old school, asked for written confirmation. None came. The instruction was not the President's. It was the parasite's. The minister knew this. He complied anyway. That is how the house was captured — one minister at a time, by a man whose authority lived only in the echo. Presidential Borehole Scheme. Presidential Solar Scheme. Presidential Internet Scheme. Presidential Constituency Empowerment Fund. Presidential Home Industries Project. Every enterprise carries the President's name as a prefix, as though the President himself had personally commissioned each briefcase. Each one opened with a ceremony. The ceremonies are his only product. He started soft. The prefix was the first weapon in his arsenal. The phone call would open with "the President has instructed." Over time, the arsenal expanded. When the President's name stopped guaranteeing movement — when the rooms he entered had begun, quietly, to verify — he rotated to the First Lady. When the First Lady's name no longer sufficed, he rotated again, to the children. The names were ammunition. He selected rounds the way a sniper does — matching the round to the target. Tungwarara has never voted in a Zimbabwean election. No political orientation. No party history. No liberation credential. No constituency that knows him by anything other than the silver of the vehicles he hands out. And yet, he is the only figure on the continent who can hold a ZANU-PF rally without being in ZANU-PF. He could not produce a record, so he produced a crowd. Every rally he has funded in the past eighteen months has been an advertisement for the one commodity he has mastered — noise. He fills silence with himself, and mistakes the echo for authority. THE MAN WITHOUT A RECORD What is left, now, is a man who can be measured against the simplest audit any public figure faces. The primary test. He has only ever stood in front of crowds paid to applaud him. Put him in an opposition ward with his own money, no state escort, no First Family name to invoke — anozviitira. He will do it alone. His target selection follows a psychology any reader of biography recognises instantly. He began by wanting to be the men he now attacks — As long as you are not a hard comrade and you are brilliant, hokoyo. Watch out. He studied them. He orbited their circles. He learned their cadence. He arrived at their tables. And then, one by one, he realised he would never actually be them — because they had reputations built over decades and records that survived scrutiny. Unable to become them, he resolved to beat them at the only thing he could still beat anybody at. He could talk louder. He could love the President more loudly than the President's own children. And he could buy a crowd to clap for him while he did it. The friendship audit. He has no friends in politics who predate his access. He has only beneficiaries. Every relationship in his Rolodex is dated after his arrival at the edge of the Presidency. Remove the Presidential prefix from his name, and the room empties in a week. The reading test. He has never written a paper, published an essay, or made a case in print that could be interrogated. His entire intellectual record is a purchased certificate. The men of reputation dragged through gossip in recent years — dragged for no crime the state could prove, no matter how long it looked — were dragged not because they were guilty, but because they had reputations the whisperer could sell. Their only offence was to occupy ground he wanted. The Wormtongue needs no active cooperation from the President to perform this choreography. He needs only the silence of the President's intelligence chief. The machinery runs on that silence. THE MEN THE CIO FAILED While the President was managing the country, his own intelligence service watched key contributors take heavy fire — and did nothing. I have stood close enough to each of these men to know what the silence cost them. Kudakwashe Tagwirei carried fuel security and the economy under brutal sanctions. He faced relentless offshore smear campaigns designed to separate him from the President. The CIO produced zero counter-narrative. Zero protection. Scott Sakupwanya, a genuine entrepreneur who built real businesses from nothing, was smeared daily because his success makes certain people uncomfortable. The service had nothing for him. Simon Rudland survived sanctions and an assassination attempt on Zimbabwean soil, and kept delivering. The state owed him a duty of care. The state gave him nothing. Ambassador Uebert Angel endured one of the most vicious coordinated media attacks ever launched against a Zimbabwean official. A competent CIO would have treated it as hostile information warfare. Instead, the Ambassador fought alone. George Guvamatanga, the fiscal disciplinarian holding the numbers together, is attacked precisely because he says no to patronage. Civil servants cannot fight back publicly — that is what the intelligence service is for. It failed him. Five men. Five duties of care. Five silences. THE DANGOTE BETRAYAL The leading agencies — the NSA, GCHQ, Unit 8200 — have moved into predictive intelligence: pattern recognition that identifies threats before they materialise, not after the damage is done. Ask yourself honestly where the CIO sits on that curve. Mangwanya, as trained commandant of the Msasa Park school, knew the textbook. The gap between what the school taught and what the service delivered is the fullest indictment of his tenure. And then there is the line no Director-General survives crossing. According to sources, Mangwanya did not only know about Tungwarara's scheme to undermine Aliko Dangote's multi-billion-dollar investment in Zimbabwe — the largest single inflow of foreign direct investment this country has been offered in two decades. He was, reportedly, working to help the scheme succeed. The last DG who could not tell the President the truth cost us a republic. This one was about to cost us a refinery. A DG who lets a parasite near the President is negligent. A DG who joins the parasite against the nation's biggest foreign investment is something else entirely. That is why the door has a new keeper. THE LESSON Presidents are rarely toppled by the enemies they see. They are toppled by the men they let too close. Mangwanya held the door and let Tungwarara get too close. The parasite walked through it. On 11 April 2026, the President closed the door. The question now is whether the next Director-General is chosen for loyalty or for craft. The President has done it both ways. Only one of those choices ends with a republic. Until Next Time, Head Bowed.

@DandaroOnline Chinoda kufa chinovinvira wonaivo zvaitwa namai avo Keep Provoking the man nxaaaa

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@matinyarare That one he support everything chinongoti wicknel

BaShona just over the past two days you were supporting Wiknell paying parliament. Now, in less than 48 hours you have changed your position again and erased all the posts in which you were supporting Wiknell, just because ZANU PF has now taken a position. What do you really stand for my brother? What is your ideological position?

@CMukungunugwa Oooooh

BILL NO.3 is A DONE DEAL

@lilomatic Ko ungadii uriko unobva food yako

Kufarira nyika yangu zvangu... Zimbabwe yangu, Zimbabwe yedu... @ZimAt46

1. Muvhuranyimo Kana une inovata irimo, isinganyatsi kumira. Gavi reMuvhuranyimo unofanirwa kupota uchirimwa nguva zhinji, Two weeks uchimwa unenge wadzoka muforo, kuita njanji yemurume.

@jacksonhinklle Satan #2

🚨🇺🇸 BREAKING: Tucker Carlson says Trump is the Antichrist.

@Ebu_Bax @jacksonhinklle And sooo

@jacksonhinklle Isn’t he the one that says kill the boer?

Malema is NOT your enemy

@jacksonhinklle Trump and Mask are our enemies

@newslivesa Oooh this one American stuge

"I think it's childish to play with guns whether it's real or toy guns, if it's a toy gun its even worse, I was there, I don't know whether it's a toy gun or a real gun I didn't touch it, but I think generally to play with guns is childish and if it's a toy gun it's even much more childish" Africa Mayibuye Movement President Floyd Shivanbu "I'll tell you something that since 2018 if you were to calculate the amount of money that has been spent on lawyers and bussing supporters to go and say hands off CiC it's possibly about 50 million rand because of childish behaviour" @FloydShivambu Video: Podcast and chill

@PempheroMphande One day we free ourselves as Africans

Guess who is celebrating today alongside some black South Africans? It is Donald Trump, Elon Musk and the all the racist Afrikaners. That is the side they have taken! Remember when Donald Trump asked Cyril a question at the white house, “Why is Julius Malema not in prison?” Yes, finally the racist judge has pleased her racist masters in Washington!

A rapist is vomiting azs usual

@KuleVeZaka I always say South Africa is for white ppl not for blacks now see

Black South Africans this is for you. I don't care what your feelings are towards the CIC, believe me the last thing you need is that man in prison and voiceless. It's men like HIm who are keeping the system in-check, especially in Parly and the country as a whole.#HandsOffJuju

@Savheya_Happie Bt urikufananidza donkey ne mombe zveiwe Remember Malema is in a free country and then mkomana...... I won't vote

Who is a better opposition leader? Repost for Chamisa Like for Malema 🔁 ❤️

@snowballOfficia Ndiyani akakuudza nhema idzi nhaiwe dununu

Nox Chivero and his cabal never contributed much to the liberation struggle as compared to President ED Mnangagwa. ED is the senior war veteran alive. Power hungry cabal is the one which is the enemy of people. You will fail again!

@BlessedGeza Young Geza

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@CdeKnoxChivero Go Go Kedha

You may be tired, but do not let tiredness convince you to quit.