Joseph T. Madzvamuse

@LynneStactia Zvakaoma

MaZimba tichapenga rimwe zuva ne-BOOTLICKING, just tell me what the women in the background are laughing at on this video? Chii chirikusekesa apa? Ukaita mari unoita yese yese vanhu vachisekerera 🚮🚮

@Bulawayo24News 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Lodhodho take social media by storm!

@freemanchari 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Lodhodho is the GOAT🤣

@LynneStactia @kevvyjohnsonch1 🤣🤣🤣 they are now clever. Most of their wealth will be in Trusts. Unogona kunyura🤣

@kevvyjohnsonch1 Business transaction

lol 😜 😂🙌🏽

@KingJayZim 🤣🤣🤣 nostalgic

#KingsMemoirs Some of my fondest and most exciting childhood moments lived in the hours before a journey. Not the journey itself, but the night before school holidays, especially at Christmas, when Mama Rose would tell us we were going to Njanja the next morning. Sleep was impossible. Excitement and adrenaline ran riot. Those were the mornings Mama Rose would dial 707-707 and order a Rixi Taxi. By 5:30am sharp a Renault 4 would be idling outside, ready to make the short but important journey from Sunningdale to Harari, now Mbare, where the rural buses waited. We knew exactly where to stand. The departure point for buses heading to Dorowa via Wedza, Sadza, Redhill, Mupatsi, Chirasauta, Ngombeyarara. The air was thick with anticipation, especially when the red Rutendo Bus Company was parked at the pick-up point. Rutendo buses, owned by the Arcadia and Murehwa legend Mrs Rosie Edwards, were the flash ones. Brighter paintwork, cleaner interiors, and musical horns that went pfapfi pfipfaraaa phaphipfafaa! 🎺🎵Tsitsitsitsitsi 😝 Their newer “Funny Face” long-chassis AVM era, were just a little more comfortable. Ruredzo Motors, owned by Josephat Ruredzo, ran equally clean buses, though some were older DAF models,they were still reliable, still respectable. One of the most well-known drivers on our route was Mr Wood from Ardbennie. Catching his bus meant an eight-hour crawl to Njanja, a journey that takes barely three hours today,it was painfully slow, but unforgettable. One thing that always amused me at Mbare was the drama before departure. Engines revving, horns blaring, buses sounding ready to take off, only to realise it wasn’t the driver at all. It was the luggage loader, today’s hwindi, revving the engine purely to attract passengers. Nxaaaa! Once seated, the conductor would appear. Man bag slung over one shoulder, a BIC pen wedged in his mouth, moving sideways down the aisle like a seasoned dancer. Writing tickets, issuing change, and when he didn’t have enough change, calmly scribbling the balance owed on the corner of the ticket as a promise to settle later along the road,and another thing that fascinated me was the conductors ability to write tickets when the bus was in full flight on a gravel road.😂 Then the vendors boarded,one after another. Each with a rhythm, a chant, a voice-over that bordered on poetry.😂😂 An earring seller would glide down the aisle holding his stock aloft, singing out in a sultry voice, “Kune vasikana vakaborwa, kune vasikana vakaborwa… nzeve… mhete pano.” Translation would kill it, so I won’t even try 😂 Others sold shaving sticks aka mapadza endebvu, Minora razor blades, small mirrors or ‘ma looking glass” as they called them ,and other “essentials.” Then came the food sellers. Boiled mealies, boiled eggs, roasted or boiled peanuts. Funny how hunger always arrived the moment you sat on a bus. Soon the chewing started, even before take-off. Mealie cobs, eggs, fistfuls of nzungu. Before long, certain sections of the bus would be engulfed by suspicious emissions of what I can only describe as fartsuric acid, with toddlers unfairly taking the blame. Elders, meanwhile, would quietly pull quarter bottles of Cola Cane or BOLS brandy from jacket pockets and take a swig or two, even at that hour of the morning. Once the bus was finally full and the luggage neatly tied on the roof rack, the real driver would emerge from the crowd, climb aboard, rev the engine three or four times for effect, blast the horn one last time, and pull out of the terminus. Just like that, the journey had begun. The stories, the laughter, the easy camaraderie among complete strangers,ha! That was the magic,it was the vibe. And that is why those journeys live so vividly in my memory to this day. Pic Credit: Constance Mandishona In the pic the late Mr. Chodokufa a bus conductor at Rutendo Bus Services. #NjanjaDiaries

@LynneStactia 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 ah chii chakadero ichocho😂

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@Antonhundu @dextertawona @nelsonchamisa 🤣🤣🤣 savage

@dextertawona @nelsonchamisa He is saying you almost not failed your exams🙈😂😂😂

Almost!

@PedzisaiRuhanya But there can be movement building Dr. Ruhanya. I agree with your point of movements being more organic and sometimes spontaneous depending on situations

Conceptually, movements are not formed but arise out of fundamental problems that society faces like oppression associated with the liberation struggle. You can't form a movement, there is a normative and abstract problem with that!

@grok Thank you

The person in the image is likely Adeola Fayehun, a Nigerian journalist known for hosting "Keeping It Real with Adeola" on Sahara TV from 2011 to 2017. The formal setting, possibly a news studio, and the Nigerian phone code (+234) align with her professional background. An X post from another user supports this identification, though the phone number shown couldn't be directly linked. Without visual confirmation, there remains some uncertainty.

@advocatemahere Musakumbira mota kana mari

@drDendere 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I am not. I paid for my PhD online at buyaphd.com not sure if the price went up. It was $9.99 when I did it. No work involved just you and your credit card. Prices might have gone up due to tariffs. Anyone interested can pay me $100 and I can you navigate the process.

@nickmangwana Nonsense

“THE POTRAZ is lobbying the Government for mandatory registration of mobile handsets by SIM card holders to enhance the security of electronic transactions and combat cyber-crimes” herald.co.zw/cyber-crime-po…

@advocatemahere 🤣🤣🤣🤣

🔸Quite frankly, it’s a badge of honour not to be embraced by a porn-obsessed, PSMAS-looting, karate kid. We need new leaders.🇿🇼

@MacBelts 🤣🤣🤣 ndiJoji

Ndiani uyu?

Let us do this today dear Zimbabweans. Let us RETWEET this GoFundMe Link for our brother, the Zimbabwean journalist and political prisoner, Blessed “Dhara” Mhlanga who was jailed without trial for helping expose the attempt to steal POSB. A RETWEET is free gofund.me/0bff0632

@freemanchari Yeah he is looking the ball unnecessarily

Billiart is a liability

"Ko nhami Mukanya makamira mugomo makamirirei?" "......kumirira zhizha, ndirimugomo ndirikuuya." Nothing political, just a gem from Sulu Chimbetu at his best 👏👏👏👏👏👏

🔸Stay strong Dhara @bbmhlanga. RETWEET for solidarity. We need new leaders.🇿🇼

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@daddyhope 🤣🤣🤣 vachiti tonhoo

Midlands muriko here uko?🤣🤣🤣