YOU CAN ONLY ACHIEVE WHAT YOU HAVE IMAGINED OR DREAMNT

After 6 months of being self employed, I went back to work on 1 April 2018. I had planned to stay for a few months as I had big plans back home in Zimbabwe, I had planned to grow tobacco on a bigger scale at least 10 hectares, I had learnt in 2016 that tobacco farming needed you to be on the ground and I also wanted to upscale my piggery project. Anyway being Zimbabwe things went from bad to worse especially with the return of Zimbabwean dollar. They say you never lose either you win or learn.

I spent many months regretting why I had come back to work in the first place. I like this Nigerian proverb, “no matter how hot your anger is, it cannot cook yams”. Having read Chinua Achebe’s triology, yams are a staple food more like maize meal that we use to cook our sadza(pap). At times it is better to forgive yourself and move on. It is always the hardest thing to do. I decided just to focus on the here and now. From October last year I just started working very hard.

I worked every Saturday and every public holiday when our office was open, 16 December, 26 December and 1 January. I was a top performer in our department in 4 of the five months from October to February, I came a close second in January (anyway who remembers number 2🙈 We all know Neil Armstrong was the first man to walk on the money and very few of us know about Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin who was the second man. I remember one of characters on Toy Story movie was named Buzz)

In the process I broke some smaller nyana records (to quote former Minister Bathabile Dhamini 🤣) especially in December 2019. I am very positive my December record will stand the test of time 💪🏿I am used to breaking records. I am a very competitive person, in primary school I would cry if I was not number 1🙈. I was once told that it was impossible to win top performers’ incentive from Business claims. In 2011 I was the first person to win from Business Claims, my friend Lloyd Naidoo became the second person to do so a few years later. In 2016 I won the incentive again from Business Claims having won it again in 2014 from Accidents Claims.

Succeeding in anything takes a lot of mental strength whether it’s running a marathon, running a business or simply completing a task. Many times you feel like you want to quit and it is normal, you dig deeper and find your strength and you stagger ahead. In December I was supposed to go on leave for almost 3 weeks, I told my boss a few days before my leave was due to start that I was going to cancel my leave and I am glad I did that.

No one is self made in this world, we all rely on support around us to succeed. My wife MaNyoni Onita Kanyoka would wake up early in December to help me prepare for work even though she was on leave. Most days she would sit in the car waiting for me to finish work. My boss Abigail Bella Mampuru also had to handle huge volumes of work from me and I go to her to complain and she would listen patiently and tell me, “ It’s okay you can complain because I know by the time you complain you would have tried to handle it on your own”🙏🏿 I am grateful for the help I get from all the team managers in Non Motor Claims who helps me when my boss is not around.

This month I have been at OUTsurance for a cumulative 12 years, I guess I am now part of the furniture 💃🏿🕺🏿I first joined OUTsurance starting 1 September 2007 and that was a week after I relocated from Zimbabwe 🙏🏿

ZANU-PF IS MAKING THE SAME MISTAKE ON CHAMISA AS IT DID ON TSVANGIRAI

The year was 1997 and I had left my temporary teaching job in Murewa and started working in Harare. Towards the end of 1997, Robert Mugabe’s hand was forced by war veterans and he awarded them un-budgeted gratuities of R50 000 each. For comparison this was my two year’s salary as a temporary teacher.

That act caused the Zimbabwean dollar to fall sharply around November 1997 a day that economists in Zimbabwe remembers as Black Friday. In order to plug the fiscal gap Robert Mugabe’s government proposed an additional income tax against workers and it was up to ZCTU to stand up to the bully Robert Mugabe. Zimbabwe Congress of Trade Union then was led by Morgan Tsvangirai and Gibson Sibanda who were Secretary General and President respectively.

I remember the day of the strike. I had just started working at Eagle Insurance Company at corner Jason Moyo Avenue and 4th Street, ZCTU offices were at 3rd Street. We came to the office as per normal and around 10am there was tear gas everywhere in town and police were beating everyone indiscriminately. I left the office and there was no taxis back home. I walked towards 4th street bus terminus towards Breaside past Makro. We later learnt some regime supporters tried to throw Tsvangirai from his upstairs office windows😡

I passed through Arcadia and avoided Seke road and moved in the bushes to avoid the police. I was staying with my aunt and uncle in Sunningdale 2. I am told some workers walked as far as Chitungwiza. In early 1998 ZCTU organized a few more stay aways. I had always said I would not participate in politics such that I had bothered not to vote in the 1995 Parliamentary elections and the 1996 Presidential Elections.

I realised that politics affected every aspect of  my life. I started attending political discussions held by the late Lupi Mushayakarara at Oasis Hotel. The first day I walked in Lupi starred at me, was she suspecting that I was a member of the feared CIO🤷🏿‍♂️ One Saturday in mid 1998 civil society organised a meeting at Great Hall at University of Zimbabwe for the official launch of National Constitutional Assembly. We were ferried from Harare city center to Mount Pleasant by Zimbabwe Council of Churches minibuses.

Many prominent civil society members spoke that day of the need to have a new constitution in Zimbabwe. I saw Morgan Tsvangirai in person for the first time. We even expected Edison Zvobgo then Zanu-PF legal secretary to come and give us his thought about the constitution but he never pitched up. Morgan Tsvangirai was elected as the first leader of NCA. Robert Mugabe being the fox he was formed the Justice Godfrey Chidyausiku led constitutional commission and coopted some civil society members such as Lupi Mushayakarara and Jonathan Moyo and all the members of parliament who were mainly Zanu-PF.

On 1 May 1999, I went to the ZCTU May Day rally at Rufaro Stadium and we were entertained by Mechanic Manyeruke. In September 1999, I went again to Rufaro Stadium for the launch of MDC. Tsvangirai as the leader of NCA campaigned for the No vote. In early April 2000, I went to Avondale Primary School to vote NO when the draft constitution was put out for a vote.

I then went to the Registrar General’s office in Harare and registered to vote, I then voted for Morgan Tsvangirai in each and every election. Morgan Tsvangirai went through many trials and tribulations. We were very anxious when he went through the Treason Trial, one imprisonment after another. Anything the system did to him raised his stature in our eyes. We all knew Morgan Tsvangirai’s short comings eg his lack of education and his lack of judgement. I have voted in each and every election except the 2005 Senate election that our leader Morgan Tsvangirai told us not to participate in.

One thing Zimbabweans learnt, anyone who got a positive review from the state media you knew straight away that he or she had sold out. Anyone who was attacked by the system you knew he or she could be trusted. I have been very critical of Nelson Chamisa however with what the system did yesterday with this court judgement, I know he is the only person I can trust. Why does the system fear him so much🤷🏿‍♂️

Chamisa might have been wrong the way he took the MDC presidency but at the end of the day politics is about power. The persecution that Chamisa is getting from Zanu-PF will only help to increase his appeal from the majority of Zimbabweans who are suffering from Zanu-PF misrule. The end result is that Chamisa now has more appeal than the movement. In 2005 when MDC split, the majority of us followed Tsvangirai although procedurally he was wrong not to abide by the majority decision of his executive.

I doubt that Thokozani Khupe will get much in assets as my understanding is that assets such as Harvest House are in the name companies whose directors are pro-Chamisa. Even if Chamisa forms a party with the name Chimuti the majority will vote for him. Instead of all of us talking about COVID-19, thanks to Zanu-PF we are talking about Chamisa. Like they say all publicity is good publicity. Zanu-PF has scored another own goal.

RUNNING A BUSINESS IS A LONELY JOURNEY

In early 2006 I bought a Bedford 8 tonne truck in Harare. The reason I bought the truck was that I had been buying and selling cattle (cows) and transporting them with a pick up truck (bakkie), it made sense to buy a truck that would carry more cows to the abattoir as the abattoir was paying a nice transport rate on each beast you brought in. I could actually make more money on the transport refund alone. By that time I had been running general dealer stores since 2001.

Over 90% of the time when my guys phones me, there is a problem that I am required to solve. My wife supports me a lot, sometimes I have to solve multiple problems that I can only tell her about the problems later. Never take anything personally, always have joy no matter what problems you are facing in the business. My driver once asked me why I was still smiling when two trucks needed their engines to be overhauled.

I am always grateful of the journey I have traveled so far and believe better days are yet to come. Running a hustle helps you to be mentally tough. I would be phoned that the truck had tyre problems and is stuck with farmers at Zhombwe along Harare- Mutoko Road. On a weekend I would rush to Siyaso buy used tyres and drive to Zhombwe to replace the tyres. Another night the truck was stuck at Blue Ridge Spar, I rushed there and pulled the truck and it started and continued with the farmers to Mbare and Highfields.

I laugh when my work colleagues tell me I am a hard worker. When I was self-employed I worked 7 days a week and by 6am I would be running to the train on my way to Mamelodi and then run to the truck stop in Pretoria East. I did not know what was in store for me each day. One such day I ended driving with client’s goods to Zimbabwe. I would also take a bus to Zimbabwe and spend days looking for cheap pig feed. Any business you do, you need to manage your costs to be as low as possible.

Being self-employed is liberating but tough. If you want to go through that route invest in your hustle and try new ideas, fail and learn from your mistakes. Become mentally tough. Learn to work really hard whilst you are still employed. When you are working it is easier to get personal loans or finance for your vehicle and once you become self-employed when you most need the finance it dries up completely. You will also be to provide employment for a few people hopefully. You will meet many people who are also managing their hustles and you will learn from them 🙏🏿

WE MUST TALK MORE ABOUT MONEY

When I started dating my wife almost 19 years ago, we would discuss finances a lot. A few months before we got married we decided to buy houses individually (never buy a house with a person you are not married to) as our respective employers had housing finance assistance programs. One of our dates we went to Glen View Township in Harare to view the houses for sale.

We identified two houses, we applied for finance through different banks. My employer assisted through Founders Building Society. MaNyoni was working for CABS so she applied directly. Respective banks told us to identify other houses as those houses were substandard in the way they were constructed. We learnt a lesson in that a house is an investment however when you build it never use substandard materials. For example use the correct bricks, cement etc.

My wife then was working in the mortgage department doing arrears (clients who are behind on their installments), she told me the importance of always paying your installments before month end i.e before interest is calculated. Do you know how much interest you are paying on your debts. If you can please repay your debts ahead of time to save yourself a lot of money.

During December 2019 school holidays, I was talking to my workmate Mbali about how I dilute Oros for our boys and put in the fridge for them otherwise if I don’t do that the 2 litre Oros bottle will last only a day or two. Mbali was shocked 😯 😳 . Before you start investing money the first thing you do is you start by reducing your expenses. I ran my own general dealer shops in Zimbabwe for 7 years before I left for South Africa and from 2011 to 2012 I ran a profitable tuck shop at our home in Zimre Park. I know prices a lot.

Last Saturday I went into Pick and Pay wanting to buy amasi (lacto), the price for a 2 litre was around R32, I didn’t buy that instead I bought a 1 litre sachet for R12. I am not loyal to any supermarket brand or brands of products but I am loyal to cheap prices. Every day there specials on bread and I will buy that bread and after two weeks another brand of bread is on special and I will change my habits our biggest consumers at home will eat any type of bread🤷🏿‍♂️

Every few months you will get specials with discounts of almost 40% on toilet paper, washing machine liquid, dishwashing liquid,body lotions, refuse plastics, body soap, cereals, Oros etc, deodorants etc we will buy stock that can last us even for a year. That is how you save hundreds of Rands every months. Over 10 years ago we figured that somehow tomatoes from vendors in Pretoria CBD cost around 50% what is charged in supermarkets.

The point is that all of us can do more with a little more money, however you must save the little you have. How many of us go through our account statements every month with a pencil seeing where you can change our habits. If you are not upset, it means you are not paying attention.

Here is homework for you, do you know how much your bank charges for an unpaid debit order, I didn’t know that my bank was ripping me off until my friend Cherry Ngambi Mwansa told me last year. I am not advertising for Capitec, all I can wow you know the struggles of the working class🙏🏿We like to talk about imaginary things with our friends and not the stuff that impacts our lives everyday. One such imaginary thing is the English Premier league🙈

Your friends should tell you more about money matters, vacancies etc🙏🏿

SOMETIMES YOU MUST TAKE A CHANCE IN LIFE

In July 2007, I resigned from my job as the Bulawayo branch manager for Zimnat Lion Insurance company. In August 2007 we traveled to Harare to follow up on my work permit application at the South African embassy. My mother in law asked me, “Mhofu makatoshinga kusiya imba iya nemota?”( Are you sure about leaving that company house and the company car?”. We had been staying in a company house in Burnside and I was driving a 5 year old Toyota double cab Bakkie.

As a branch manager my salary was always hovering around R1 000 a month also with the cost of things in Zimbabwe, R1 000 is equivalent to R500. A farm worker in SA earned more than me. I had been traveling to Botswana and South Africa. I had seen waiters in Pretoria earning up to R4 000. I was going to come to Pretoria and work as a waiter if I did not get a work permit. I was blessed and I was granted a 5 year work visa. I collected my passport on 22 August and arrived in Pretoria the next day and started work with my current employer on 1 September 2007.

Being a foreigner is tough, however when I look at my kids, I know we did a good thing by leaving Zimbabwe. A few months before we left Zimbabwe I had gone to Francistown to buy stock for my shops in Mutoko and Macheke. I bought jean trousers and jean shirts for our two boys then. When I got home in Bulawayo I realised that for Isheanesu then only 2 I had bought clothes with flowers in error. He started crying demanding that we give him those clothes and MaNyoni had to remove those flowers. I was working very hard in Zimbabwe but it was always a struggle to make ends meet.

My thoughts are with the struggling families in Zimbabwe. Tough economic environment are more difficult for children. It is heartbreaking as a parent when you can’t provide for your children 😢

WHITE WEDDING IN THE MIDST OF ZIMBABWE'S ECONOMIC CRISIS

I know I can’t dance nor can I sing. I didn’t dance during my wedding, this was thanks to the fact that MaNyoni was expecting our first son within a few days after our wedding and she could not dance and by default I also didn’t dance. Our white wedding was on Saturday 14 December 2002. The church ceremony was at one of the Methodist Churches in Chitungwiza and the wedding reception was at Lord Malvern High School in Waterfalls where MaNyoni had also gone to school for her A’ Levels. Personally I did not see the value of a white wedding over and above the African Lobola ceremony and that view has not changed. Also growing up, I was against the lobola practice. With time I began to embrace that tradition. Feminists are of the view that lobola practice has been preserved because it benefits men, I think they have a point there because most of the money and cows goes to the father. In 1996 when my older sister eloped, her boyfriend came home to initiate the Lobola practice and also in 2006 when my youngest sister got married, In both cases as father figure in my family, I pocketed the money and my mother's youngest sister was not happy with that.

My African wedding/Lobola negotiation was on 8 September 2001 (one day I will blog about that experience). As a young man raising lobola money, it shows commitment to your girlfriend. I think it shows that you are becoming a man. Needless to say the lobola charge must be reasonable. I grew up hearing stories that you must never marry from Masvingo Province as they are always expensive. In my defence, I am not the first one in our extended family to marry from Masvingo province, the first person to do so was my cousin, sekuru Gibson. After our lobola ceremony MaNyoni moved in with me in Avondale where I had been renting since 1999. It was her wish to have a white wedding. Our first proposed date was in April 2002 and we had to cancel that date after my mother became seriously ill and she eventually died in February 2002. I started dragging my feet and I was considering a simple civil marriage ceremony at the Magistrates office. My wife was not very happy with that and I saw that it was causing a lot of tension and I compromised. Marriage is like a government of national unity where the ruling party and the opposition comes to form a government. You can’t always get your way. Some days I fee like the ruling party and some days I feel like the opposition party. Compromise is the name of the game.

We settled for the date of 14 December 2002 and we booked the hall. We started making arrangements such as choosing a wedding cake, printing invitation cards. After the Zimbabwean dollar lost value at the end of 1997, life in Zimbabwe had became unbearable. In 2002 Morgan Tsvangirai had lost the presidential election in a dubious election and the farm invasions were in full swing, life became even harder in Zimbabwe. A month before our wedding, I got a job as a junior manager and the job came with the use of the company car. A lot of people offered us help, my father in law slaughter a cow for use during our wedding, my wife’s uncle offered us the disco and the public address system for the wedding, we bought food for the wedding. My friend Cornelius Takawira was still in UK then and when I told him about the wedding he said, “Tsano I will help you”. When the date approached there was a fuel crisis in Harare. I drove to Mutoko and Murewa a day before the wedding. I came back with my sister in law and my grandmother. I passed through Musami to tell my mother’s eldest sister about the wedding. I honestly did not want her to come as I did not need complications. She refused to attend the wedding and I was relieved as I did not want any drama on my wedding day.

I drove to the Hall and I saw it was decorated beautifully in the colours chosen by MaNyoni, the colour I saw was purple but she called it Lilac colour. Anyway I was never good with colours. MaNyoni and I joined the petrol queue at a BP garage in Newlands, Harare that afternoon where my father’s cousin sekuru Adolf worked as they were expecting fuel delivery that day. Whilst in the fuel queue, I got a call that the General Manager- Finance had turned down my request to use the BMW executive pool car as our wedding car. Anyway I never liked a BMW. We left the BP garage late in the night and there was no fuel delivery. Early on Saturday morning on the day of the wedding, I received a call from a money changer to say that I needed to collect money that had been sent to me by Cornelius from UK, around 6am my friend Trevor Midlane brought 20 litres of petrol in a container. We left home to collect the money and then drove straight to Westgate Shopping Centre to buy our wedding rings at an Indian Jewellery Shop. The rings we got were a bit over size and there was no time to resize them. After a few years my ring fits perfectly but I can’t say the same about the member of opposition. Some years ago the member of opposition was washing clothes at our home in Zimre Park and she realised that she had thrown away the dirty water with her wedding ring and started crying. Fortunately my brother in law was around and looked for the ring and found it.

After buying the wedding rings, MaNyoni went into Harare CBD where her cousin mainini Anna was going to do her hair. Anna came in late. Reverend Balangile started phoning us as we were late for our wedding. MaNyoni said to me, let not worry about anything we did our best if anything is going to go wrong today let it be. I was worried that MaNyoni should not have so much stress considering that she was about to give birth. Trevor was going to drive to South Africa that day with his family and had offered to carry MaNyoni from home to church. Trevor picked up MaNyoni in town and he drove her home and waited for her to change and then drove her to church. I picked up the wedding cake in Avondale and drove to the church with one of the messengers from work. When I got to Chitungwiza, the messenger went back to collect my grandmother. The wedding ceremony started and went on for hours. When I go to church, I prefer spending around an hour or so as I do not have a huge concentration span. For years, I would attend the early morning English service at Trinity Methodist Church and the service would last roughly an hour. That long service did a good thing because shortly after my father in law became a born again Christian and is now a regular church member of The Dutch Reformed Church of Zimbabwe.

The messenger who went with my car never came back and we now had one car short. There were only two or three vehicles available. I remember the two Peugeot 306 sedans belonging to my work colleagues Agrippah Marangwanda and Austin Samakande. With the way I hate French cars, I can’t still it that believe our main transport during our wedding was made done by French cars. We then drove to Waterfalls and because everyone was short of fuel, we were not able to drive to Harare for the flowers. The wedding reception went on very well. Unlike the Lobola ceremony a number of MaNyoni’s relatives did not attend our wedding. What had happened was that around August 2002, MaNyoni’s cousin had a wedding in Mabelreign which we attended and about 6 weeks before our wedding, that cousin was driving from Bulawayo to Victoria Falls for work purposes and he was involved in an accident and his wife died in that accident. Some of the relatives wanted our wedding to be postponed and we decided to go ahead with our wedding.

During the wedding my uncle who is my father’s only sibling gave a beautiful speech, so did his wife who stood as my mother. My aunt my father's cousion also gave a beautiful speech. My aunt Mrs Maposa looks like my mother in law so I was chuckling when relatives from MaNyoni’s side was confusing my aunt with my Mother in Law. We went outside Lord Malvern and the photographers took hundreds of wedding photos. After the wedding reception we counted the money that we had been given by friends and relatives. We paid the decoration guys, caterers, photographers etc. We then went to my in-laws house in Chitungwiza and left around 8pm to go to Harare CBD. A friend of my sister had given us a complimentary voucher for 2 nights at Cresta Lodge. Because MaNyoni was expecting soon after the wedding, we had decided to go for our honeymoon holiday around September 2002, we had spent 10 days in Bulawayo, Hwange National Park and Victoria Falls.

Due to the economic situation in Zimbabwe at that time we did not manage to have the wedding we had planned, however we did really enjoy our wedding. A lot of friends chipped in to make our wedding possible and we did not pay for cars for the wedding as my work friends chipped in, Onias my brother in law taught the bride and groom party wedding steps free of charge. My father in law provided a whole cow for the beef used during our wedding. A lot of people who provided services were work friends whom we only paid after the wedding. I really took to heart what Reverend Balangile said to us that day. From a personal finance point of view, white weddings for young couples, I do not encourage them especially if they are the ones footing the bill. As a young couple you are busy buying furniture, saving deposit for your first home etc. You then are forced to part with huge amount of money for an event that lasts less than 12 hours and can leave you with a serious debt. One of the main reason why people divorce is money problems. My view is that when you pay for your Lobola, the marriage officers should come and let you sign your marriage certificate.

MARY CHIWENGA’S SAGA- WHY I DON’T SUPPORT THE PERSECUTION OF ANY WOMAN

Last night before Rangarirai our 7 year old son went to bed, he came to our bedroom and hugged his mother and kissed her goodnight. He did not even talk to me and went out of the room. I said to MaNyoni, I feel like I am invisible and she answered me back, “Do you expect him to kiss another man good night? It made sense. After work, I normally get home a minute or so ahead of her mother as I always use the stairs. When I open the door, Ranga always ask me where is mama and at times he does not even greet me and then wait by the door for his mother. To be fair I am not really invisible to him, when he fights with his older brothers he comes to me to report . Ranga also thinks I am an ATM because anything he wants to be bought for him he asks me to buy. For the past weeks he had been asking me to buy him a Nintendo Switch and I eventually goggled the price, a whooping R6 000.00, I can’t afford that.

Yesterday I read on social media that Mary Chiwenga the estranged young wife to Rtd General Chiwenga the Vice President of Zimbabwe had been arrested. The story did not make sense as it involved the Zimbabwe Anti Corruption Commission. For a start any serious anti-corruption drive will start with investigating and arresting heavy weights such as Obert Mpofu who is rumored to own over 50% of properties in Victoria Falls town centre and the rest of Zanu-Pf leadership. To make the story even bizarre it involved the Judge President George Chiweshe himself a retired senior military officer. George Chiweshe is regarded as a coup judge in some circles after he passed a ruling to say the military coup that forced Robert Mugabe from office was legal. George Chiweshe is also known for the dark period of 2008. After Morgan Tsvangirai trounced Robert Mugabe in the first round of Presidential elections at the end of March 2008, George Chiweshe then as the Chairperson of the Zimbabwe Electoral Commission sat on the results for over a month whilst the military was strategizing. He then later on announced that Morgan Tsvangirai had only got 47% of the vote and Robert Mugabe had secured about 43% and there was going to be a runoff between Tsvangirai and Mugabe in June 2008.

The military took over the Zanu-PF campaign and senior military officers were seconded to supervise the violent campaign that saw over 200 MDC supporters murdered, thousands injured and more than ten thousand were forced to flee their homes. Morgan Tsvangirai had no choice but to withdraw from the runoff election. A lot of us are convinced that Morgan Tsvangirai had won the first round convincingly but the military tempered with the figures to force a run off. I also don’t like Mary Chiwenga but even for my enemies, I want them to get a fair trial and that is what one expects from a civilized society. I also expect Grace Mugabe to be taken through the legal process for all her transgressions and for pay back on how she humiliated the ruling elite during the funeral of Robert Mugabe. I also dislike Grace Mugabe and even for her, she should face a fair legal process. I doubt that Mary Chiwenga will face an impartial judicial process.

The way the general is treating his estranged wife rings alarm bells for me. If he treats the mother of her children that way what more for an opposition supporter or any ordinary citizen. When his children ask him where their mother is what will he say? If he can’t have empathy for the anguish that his children are going to face, we are in trouble as a country as he is one of those effectively running the country and is in line to become the next president of Zimbabwe. Children should only be taken away from their mother in exceptional circumstances especially after a fair court process has deemed it fit that the mother is a danger to her children. Most of us turned out okay because our mothers were there to care for us after the death of our fathers. Persecution of any woman is a no for me. Women are the most marginalized people in our society; I saw what my mother went through after my father’s death. The face of poverty in Africa is black and female. Even in the corporate world, women have a glass ceiling as most top positions are occupied by male. Many people including women seem to believe that any woman rising in the workplace do not do so on merit. I also saw firsthand the disadvantage for women when I saw my wife struggling to find employment for almost 11 years in South Africa despite the fact that she was also qualified and had the suitable experience.

To anyone especially women celebrating the persecution that Mary Chiwenga is going through due to political differences, they should pose and see the bigger picture. This is about abuse of power by the general and the ruling party.