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@bod_repuplic Do they ever listen. As a Prosecutor I will say, count 1 kidnapping, count 2 rape, count 3 obstruction of justice, one or all will definitely stick 😎

As a single brother living alone. Don't allow your neighbor's children come into your apartment to play.

My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape. Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to. We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control. Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual. I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it. I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach. Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal. My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time. Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.

A CHILD CANNOT SEDUCE AN ADULT. PLEASE STOP IT!!!!!

Nigerian police raided avenues and spots on Sunday in Abuja where sex workers usually gather, packed them into a van, and took them to the station where they allegedly took turns raping them. Whenever you see sex workers running when men in uniform approach, their reason for running is worse than you might think. The Nigerian police are bottom of the barrel.

That haircut might scream undercover cop, but even that doesn’t justify taking a young man’s life. He was someone’s sonsomeone with a future that’s now been cut short, a life that could have shaped generations. Nothing explains or excuses that loss. Justice cannot be delayed or diluted. The law must take its full course thoroughly, transparently, and without bias. Accountability matters, not just for the victim, but for every family that deserves to feel protected, not threatened. Let this not become another story that fades away. Let it stand as a line drawn, where actions meet consequences, and where a young man’s life is honored with the justice he deserves.

RESIDENT SUES CITY OF HARARE FOR NEGLIGENCE OVER TRIP HAZARD In Harare, an aggrieved resident has asked City of Harare (CoH) to compensate her for more than US$24 000 after she suffered severe injuries owing to negligence by the local authority, whose employees left a drainage pit open in one of the suburbs in the capital city. 33 year-old Leocardia Ngonidzashe Mandiwa was left nursing injuries on her body after she fell into an uncovered and unmarked drain, which measured approximately 1.8 metres deep on 30 June 2025. According to summons filed at Harare Civil Magistrates Court, Mandiwa, who is employed as a hairdresser and who was coming from her workplace located in Harare’s central business district and who had disembarked from a commuter omnibus at a bus stop at Mabelreign Shopping Centre, sustained severe injuries on her body, which include three broken ribs on her right side and also suffered a permanent injury in that she sustained a fractured rib as a result of the injuries and continues to experience excruciating pain, protested that there were no barricades surrounding the drain and there were also no danger warning signs surrounding and around the drain to alert road users of the hazard. The drain, Mandiwa said, was unmarked such that it was reasonably impossible for her to ascertain its existence and she had to be pulled out of the drain by well- wishers who were going about their business. Mandiwa, who used to be a fitness enthusiast, and can no longer participate in physical exercises due to the injuries which she sustained from the incident, argued that CoH negligently caused the accident and the injuries and damages which she suffered, by breaching its duty of care towards road users and being negligent by leaving the drain in question open and uncovered. Mandiwa, who engaged Tinashe Chinopfukutwa of Zimbabwe Lawyers for Human Rights to sue CoH, held the local authority accountable for her misfortunes as its employees had left the drain uncovered thereby creating a dangerous situation for members of the public and other road users and for failing to barricade the area surrounding and around the open drain. CoH, Mandiwa said, had also failed to put danger warning signs to alert members of the public of the hazard and failed to guard against harm to members of the public presented by the open drain. Out of the US $24 593 that Mandiwa is demanding from CoH, US$5 000 is damages for pain and suffering, US$5 000 is damages for permanent disfigurement, US$4 000 is damages for future medical expenses, US$5 000 is damages for loss of social amenities of life, US$1 237 is damages for medical expenses, US$2 700 is damages for loss of income and US$1 656 is damages for unutilised rentals. After the incident, Mandiwa was not able to work for six months even though she had secured business premises and had paid rentals in the sum of US$1 656, which she lost as she could not utilise the premises for the duration covered by the rentals as she was hospitalised due to the injuries, which she suffered from the incident. The Harare resident also lost income from her job as a hairdresser from June to December 2025 in the sum of US$2 700. Mandiwa charged that CoH has a statutory duty and duty of care to protect members of the public from the hazard by covering the drain, and erecting warning signs and lighting in order to prevent road users from falling into the drain but had breached its duty of care by wrongfully and negligently creating a dangerous situation by leaving the drainage access point exposed and unreasonably failing to take reasonable precautions to protect her and other members of the public, from harm which could have easily been foreseen and guarded against. Mandiwa is the latest aggrieved person to sue CoH among several people, who have lodged lawsuits against the local authority demanding payment for damages arising from gross negligence by its employees.

All Marlborough, Mabelreign, Westgate residents & surrounding areas, this is the face of one of the robbers who have been terrorizing your neighbourhood. He was caught on CCTV- let's make him popular. I am sure a lot of people know this man.

Dear HRs, Stop holding interviews when you have already decided who is getting the job. Some of the unemployed borrow money for transport! Thank you.

Why do you go to church every Sunday to hear the same lies you've been hearing since you were born.

Where was patriotic Chinamasa?

The person my dad borrowed money to travel to America after winning the visa lottery came to visit us to sympathize with our family, 20 years after my dad’s death. During all those years, he never called or checked on my dad, even though he knew my dad had borrowed him $1,500 for his trip, with the promise that he would repay it after five months. He brought the $1,500 he owed our family, but my family rejected the money and sent him out of our family house.

Zimbabweans, are you still using these luxurious and state-of-art trains brought to you by the Second Republic? Vachiri kukwira what’s your experience?

My older brother missed my graduation. No call. No message. Nothing. Everyone kept asking, “Where is he?” and I just kept smiling, as if it didn’t matter, but it did. That night, I muted his contact. Three days later, there was a knock on our door. He stood there tired, unshaven, holding a small wrapped box. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t leave the site. If I didn’t finish that job, they wouldn’t pay me and I needed the money for this.” Inside the box was a simple wristwatch. “I wanted you to have something that reminds you. Your time is just starting.” I didn’t know whether to cry or feel guilty. Sometimes, people don’t show up the way we expect them to. But it doesn’t mean they didn’t care.

Someone robbed my girlfriend so I asked her how much did they take and she said $3000. I went to my room to count and it was only $1500…… I knew this girl was a liar!

In 2011, Florida, 17-year-old Tyler Hadley wanted to throw a party at the family home with his friends. His parents said absolutely not. In response, Tyler grabbed a hammer and bludgeoned both mom and dad to death. He hid both their bodies in the master bedroom… spent hours cleaning up the blood, then posted on Facebook: “Party at my place tonight” Later that day, 60 friends showed up. They drank, danced, and partied for hours, all while the corpses of his parents lay just down the hall. In the middle of it, Tyler pulled his best friend aside, took him to the bedroom, and casually said: “I killed my parents” Then he showed him the bodies and took a selfie in the moment. In 2014, Tyler was sentenced to two consecutive life sentences and is unlikely to ever be released.

In 2004, serial rapist Akku Yadav terrorized a slum in India for over a decade, raping dozens of women, murdering at least 3 people, and walking free every time thanks to police corruption. On August 13, while appearing for a bail hearing, around 200 women (many his victims) stormed Nagpur District Court armed with kitchen knives, stones & chili powder. They threw chili in his eyes, stabbed him over 70 times, hacked off his penis with a vegetable knife, and left him dead on the courtroom floor.

Fulani Islamists cut off the hand of a Christian teenager in Nigeria after her family rejected a marriage proposal. What the Islamists are doing to Nigeria amid the world's indifference is the cruelest of genocides, but since the killers are lslamists….

These are Malawians in South Africa. I hope that one is fine. This is a disgrace and very sad. Cry mother Africa!

Today is my birthday. It is also the birthday of a woman whose quiet strength has moved me to tears numerous times - Sheffra Dorica Dzamara(1st frame). Eleven years, one month, and fourteen days ago, on 9 March 2015, her husband, Itai Dzamara(2nd frame in the middle), was abducted by agents of the Zimbabwean state and vanished into the darkness. Since that day, maiguru Sheffra has carried the crushing weight of uncertainty, raising their children alone while refusing to let go of hope. Their daughter Nenyasha was only two years old, their son Nokutenda just seven. In one cruel moment, they lost their father, and maiguru Sheffra lost the love of her life - yet she has never allowed despair to break her. I still remember that heart-wrenching afternoon in early 2020. Mukoma Patson Dzamara, who had stepped into his elder brother’s shoes, and I visited maiguru Sheffra and the children. As we prepared to leave, Patson, his voice heavy with emotion, told her it was time to accept that mukoma Itai might never return alive. With love and pain in his eyes, he released her from any cultural expectations so she could begin to heal and move forward. Maiguru Sheffra looked at him with calm, unwavering dignity and replied in a voice that still echoes in my soul:
“I will wait for my husband until he returns home.” Even now, those words pierce my heart. In the face of unimaginable loss, she chose unbreakable love and loyalty. On this shared birthday - her eleventh without Itai - I cannot stay silent. I want the world to see the extraordinary courage of women like Sheffra; the grandmothers, mothers, sisters, and wives who become the unbreakable backbone of our families and our nation when tragedy strikes. They did not choose this pain, yet they carry it with grace, resilience, and quiet power. Today, I plead with every one of you, from the depths of my heart: let us stand in Itai’s place. Let us be the family maiguru Sheffra and her children so desperately need. Any contribution, no matter how small, will help lift some of the heavy burden they have carried for over a decade. It will bring light to a day that is otherwise marked by absence and longing. To support maiguru Sheffra and the children; •EcoCash: +263 778 069 184 (Sheffra Dorica Dzamara) •WorldRemit and other international platforms: use the same number. Every dollar, every rand, every cent you send is not just money - it is love made visible. It is a message to maiguru Sheffra that she is not alone, that her sacrifice and her steadfast heart have been seen. Happy Birthday, Maiguru Sheffra.
May the God who sees every tear you have shed in silence grant you comfort, strength, and - one day - the justice and reunion your heart still believes in.