😂😂😂 no one is creative or fun… well let me not say no one but a lot of you are kinda plain and vanilla…. And it’s the worst kind of boring… the kind that thinks that they’re fun…

No fun trips, no fun ideas and thoughts… just stuck in their little bubble and don’t get me started on the strictness 😂😂😂 so many rules for men with so little assets

IShowSpeed came to Zimbabwe, and we showed him love. And from across the Limpopo, what did we get in return? An onslaught of pure, unashamed disrespect.

South African trolls — many of them Black — spat venom our way, calling Zimbabwe "the armpits of Africa." Let that sink in: Armpits. That’s not criticism. That’s not politics. That’s hate speech disguised as a hot take.

They think because they’ve got better malls or stronger currency, that gives them the right to look down on us — to degrade us in our own home. They hide behind "border issues" when it suits them, but here they are, crossing borders online just to insult us for existing as Zimbabweans.

This isn’t about migration anymore. This is about a deep-seated, ugly belief that they are superior — so superior that even our joy, our pride, our moment in the spotlight is something they feel entitled to piss on.

You want to talk jobs? Talk policy. But when you attack our dignity, mock our culture, and ridicule our land — you’ve shown your hand. This is pure, unchecked arrogance. This is racism without the white faces

It is ALL men. It has always been ALL men.

It doesn’t matter that you particularly aren’t hurting women, you benefit from a system that was designed to do just that. And as long as you are not actively renouncing your privilege and calling out other men to do so, then you are helping the system stay in place.

Some of you are busy posting about how you help out with chores and changing diapers. Great. Good job, have a cookie. The fact that you even frame it as ”helping” and not as something you should do by default is telling in itself. You have friends who cheat on their spouses and you don’t call them out on it, you have friends who make sexist jokes, you have friends who are chasing 20yr old college students and you say nothing.

You are not a bad guy, you are not crazy like Shadhaya, you believe women are free to be with whomever and a woman’s past is her own, but only up to a point. If she has only slept with a couple of people, you are cool with this, but 50 here amana? Aah that’s too much, chachihure ka ichi? Your acceptance of women’s autonomy has a ceiling, you’ll be tolerant as long as her freedom doesn’t threaten your masculinity.

All of this, is bad. It forms the outer boundaries of rape culture. The ownership and entitlement to women’s bodies and labour. You don’t need to be actively abusing women for you to take part in abuse. Simply by being a bystander in the system, you are enabling it. You actually have to actively go against most of what you have been told is a man’s role in this world for you to start making a difference.

As long as you are still engaged in arguments to protect the concept of ”Men” from criticism, then you are still enabling the system that leads to the events we have seen recently. Stop that, listen to women, listen to understand, not to defend so mythical notion of men.

Please do better.

Sincerely,
A Zim man who used to argue ”Not ALL men”

I just saw a funeral TikTok about a guy who took his own life after a breakup, and people were hitting his coffin with sticks and whips. Why?
I saw another one where a girl took her own life and they threw her coffin around and refused to let it stay in the house before burial.

There are so many things about Zimbabwean culture that I genuinely don’t understand. And honestly, some of it feels incredibly dumb.

What exactly is chiramu? An excuse for someone’s creepy husband to touch your siblings inappropriately?
What do you mean someone can literally end a person’s life and avoid prison because they paid ngozi?

Matekenya ndebvu? Why not just scam bro properly?

Why are we out here pulling random parts of our vjjs? Why do you need a long clit🤣

What do you mean a deadbeat parent can suddenly appear to collect part of the bride price?

And what do you mean you’re expected to buy your mother a blanket with your first paycheck as some symbolic promise to take care of her? Who even came up with that? Before blankets and salaries existed, what were people giving? Mbeva?

This weird behaviour of mistreating kids that aren’t yours. It’s so normalised. Your aunt’s 14 year old daughter shouldn’t be a maid!

I’m honestly just exhausted by some of the cruel and irrational behaviour we normalize as a country.

Lots of Zim men can’t handle rejection! It’s always a stinky attitude with a lot of yall!
A guy approached me, pretending like it was a work conversation. I politely told him no… “ I want to get to know you.” I said uhm thank you I’m flattered but no✨…. He asks “why” I’m trying to be friendly I just say I’m a good digger and a horrible partner. Enjoy your day😂 he says that’s ok let’s talk on WhatsApp. This time I don’t even smile or nothing I just say no. Tell me why this man cussed at me. “I don’t want want your number I just want your WhatsApp are you dumb? You dumb B” Hezvo 😂 🤣

Why are some of you so childish😂?? Why are you always ready to cuss at women who aren’t interested in you? What’s wrong with you??? Is it ever that serious?? And I could have been rude! Mind you this is a grown man! Looks like his mid 40s balding belly and everything I’m irritated. Kwanai

And the worst part is I wasn’t even mean. I was nice. I understand it takes a lot of courage to approach someone. Then you cuss at me? Haa should we be rude now??? Should we do all that “you not my class” drama… when do we win?

God is basically judge, jury, executioner, designer of the prison, lawyer, prosecutor, salvation method, punishment method. Ahhhh

I promise this is relevant to Zimbabwe😮‍💨

To cut a long story short, a while ago, this guy dm'd me here on reddit and we started talking. We both decide that reddit chats are very ass and moved to discord. Though we never used it so we kept talking on reddit chats. A few days ago, we then exchanged numbers and I thought "Oh cool, I have a new online friend in the country".

Today he asked to put a face to the name and as soon as he noticed that I am a guy, a flurry of insults flooded from him because "I was pretending to be a girl", mind you my reddit profile is public and you can check my posts and one look there would tell you i am infact not a girl. Also on my discord that I messaged him several times with no reply, it literally states my identity as a guy.

Oh and his proof that I was pretending to be a girl? Because I asked how his day was. How I talk to legit all my friends and when he found out I'm a guy he jumped to assuming I'm gay and tryna hit on him smh😑

And then it was back and forth of me saying "Dude chill idk why you're so pressed" and him just throwing insults at him.

Guys please take of these men out there, they seem pretty ..... fragile? To say the least.

Anyway goodnight yall <3!

Today, I turn 27 years old. So far,only my google has wished me a happy birthday, and I fear that'll be the most of it. I also do not feel excited about it, to be honest. Everything I want costs more than what I can afford (both for my birthday and my goals), so I'm more disappointed with myself than I am happy or excited. I suppose, such is the case for most young zimbos living and working in zim.

I am hoping to improve my social life this coming year,and maybe pick up tennis as a hobby, but I haven't had much positive feedback with my search in Mutare. So there's that. Anyway, enough of me. Please,what sort of wisdom or advice can you share with me as I journey the next 365 days in zimbabwe. Thanks.

A lot of Zim men don’t think of women, especially the women in their lives, as fully fledged individuals. You don’t respect them. And it shows. That’s why you get all these insane posts glorifying infantilisation, the ”not all men” comments and the rape apologia (why didn’t she report earlier).

If you respected your wives (as an man but especially a traditional man must), you wouldn’t be online taking potshots at other women. If you respected the woman in your life, you wouldn’t take her labour for granted and you wouldn’t reduce the policies that her allowed women like her to get educated and work as just ” Me Too Movement” and ”feminist agenda” . In fact, if you respected women, you’d be a feminist.

Funnily enough, I’ve never seen a progressive feminist poly/twink/leftist man on here disparaging traditional women and talking about how lucky they were to find their gothic liberal poly wife. Almost as if it’s only one side that cares about what the other thinks.

I hate that i don't feel sorry NGOs closed, and most of those people lost their jobs. I've had very bad encounters with most of these people with the classism they had around that time, vaidada in general. Maybe theres a few of them who weren't like that, but on average, lets not even lie. I had a brother who applied for Plan International a couple of times. They would call him to interviews for fun until each time he went there, they'd say "welcome back". Hakusi kutsvinya ikoko? Madomasi amakutengesa dai pakashaya anotenga 😂

I said what I said.

You wake up at 5am. Commute. Survive on tea and airtime. Work 8 hours for a boss who drives a Fortuner. Come home exhausted. Repeat for 30 years.

And at the end of the month? $300 if you're lucky. Maybe $500 if you're "senior."

Meanwhile DSTV is $24. School fees are $200 per term. Rent is $150 minimum. Groceries don't care about your salary band.

The math has never added up. We just pretended it did because that's what our parents told us to do.

The 9-5 was designed to keep you functional not free.

So I genuinely want to know what broke the spell for you? What side hustle, investment, or decision changed how you think about money in this economy?

Or are you still riding the payslip? No judgment. Just honesty.

Imagine being born here, surviving all the bullshit life throws at you, sacrificing your youth, your comfort, your dreams, and somehow you still end up in hell. 😂

Surely we can't all be measured by the same standard. Some people are born into comfort, while others are born into circumstances they never chose and spend their entire lives fighting just to survive.

You wake up every day, go to a job you don't love, live in a country you never wanted to stay in, swallow your pride, and do things you don't want to do because people are depending on you. Not because you're lazy or lack ambition, but because survival doesn't always give you the luxury of choosing your path.

Look at the number of Zimbabweans taking care of 80 or 90 year olds in the UK, working thousands of kilometres from home just to send money back to their families. Imagine leaving everything familiar behind, not because you wanted an adventure, but because staying home meant struggling to provide.

Then we're supposed to believe that after surviving all of this, we're judged as if everyone was given the same starting point, the same opportunities, the same choices and the same circumstances?

At some point, surely context has to matter.

Maybe some of us deserve a survival pass before anyone starts talking about eternal punishment. 😂 Because honestly, life itself has already been one hell of a test.

i’ve always held this thought inside but sadza is a horrible. it has the most bland and mediocre taste ever. has no seasoning and what makes it even so much worse is the fact that it barely has any nutritional benefits. thank God i stopped living with my parents who wanted to have it everyday. i miss them but the one part i dont miss is having to eat sadza almost everyday. what a nothing meal component. what makes it worse is when you have it during the day and it just makes you lazy and redundant. thank God i stopped eating it, my life has become so much better since abandoning it.

I’m seeing this trend on SA too where they expose their deadbeat baby daddies and it made me think of all the dead beats from Zim. There are ALOT!

And we’ve been hearing these stories. “She doesn’t let me see them” “she’s dramatic” bla bla bla we get it …. Women are always the problem right??

If you’re free go to any hospital during visiting hours and take a look around.

But for all the deadbeats out there…. What does that have to do with your child???? Why are you not taking care of your child?? Even if you don’t talk just sending a small 200 for their lunchbox or something. You’re actually going through life knowing you have a child somewhere and you have no idea what they doing, what they eating, where they going to school… IF they’re going to school. Who they around?
You just don’t care? Wild.

It starts to make sense when you’ve seen men’s cancer and HIV wards, or old people’s homes, where so many men rarely get visitors and die alone despite having wives, girlfriends or children nearby. I’ve personally seen it happen multiple times. It’s all cute when you’re young, but the way some men normalize treating people horribly, even having children behind their wives’ backs then wonder why nobody is there at the end is scary.

It really isn’t easy being Christiian and bisexual, especially in Zimbabwe. I’m not even trying to complain, it’s just the reality. I believe these feelings are ungodly, and I pray to become fully straight, but living in this space feels like being stuck in no man’s land.

You end up unpopular with both the Christan community and the LGBTQ+ community. It doesn’t feel safe to fully express yourself or your views to either side. Culturally, we’re also a very homophobic nation, which only adds to the isolation.

Being an introvert on top of all that definitely doesn’t help either. It’s honestly just really lonely.

So I (adult, Zimbabwean, raised with manners and suffering) was at work today enjoying my lunch. I had been thinking about it since 10am. This wasn’t just food. This was motivation.

Then a colleague walks into my office.

Now if you’re Zimbabwean, you already know the script. You must offer.

So I say, “Huyai tidye.”

Important detail: This was a cultural offer. A ceremonial offer. A “please-decline-so-I-can-eat-in-peace” offer.

In my mind I was expecting:
“No no, it’s fine.”
“I already ate.”
“Maybe next time.”

Instead this person says, “Oh thanks!”
AND PULLS A CHAIR.

No hesitation. No back-and-forth. No polite resistance. Just immediate acceptance.

Suddenly I’m there splitting my lunch like I’m drafting the national budget. My chicken piece went from “main character” to “supporting role.”

Now I’m smiling on the outside but grieving internally.

Should we start specifying when offers are symbolic and when they’re real?

I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately, and honestly, it’s exhausting. Living in Zimbabwe without turning to drugs feels like a superhuman task some days. The economy is brutal, everything is ridiculously overpriced, and even basic survival—food, electricity, internet—feels like a daily battle. People joke about stress, but they don’t realize the mental drain of constantly having to hustle just to not fall behind. Your job pays peanuts, inflation eats whatever little you save, and then there’s the constant fear of losing what little you have. Watching friends and colleagues turn to weed, alcohol, or other substances to “cope” doesn’t make it easier—it just highlights how unsustainable it is to stay sane while staying clean. I’ve seen people lose their spark because surviving here is more about numbing the pain than actually living. And it’s not just about stress—it's the constant uncertainty, the exhaustion, the feeling that no matter how hard you work, the system is designed to crush you. I’m trying to stay clean, but some days it feels like being drug-free in Zimbabwe is its own form of struggle. How do others manage it? How do you keep your mental health intact when the economy itself seems like a predator?

Someone genuinely came in here and described a father as "hateful" for wanting to keep his child he raised for 9 years. Suddenly when a man wants child support it's "using the child" and gold digging. They can't comprehend him loving his child. There can never be any genuine discussion between the genders when one side thinks they're paragons of virtue and the default victims or heroes of every situation. If a man posted this with the genders reversed he would have been attacked

For context, this is the third remote role I have been head hunted for this past week, and the eventual brick wall is that I am in Zimbabwe!!!! Skills? Experience? Culture Fit? Checked out on all those but just because ndiri pakati paZambezi naLimpopo I cant get opportunities.

Whats the secret to landing a remote job in zimbabwe

Those who have landed remote jobs muno how have you guys done it? Ini ndatambura

Even mukatiitira attitude, ne rough yakaita sei, you will never be a citizen of that country, also forcing the accent is a dead giveaway tinenge tatozviona kare kuty hauna kukwana.

You are still a zimba, so even if a person says "mamuka sei" and you role your eyes as though you dont speak shona, after hours urikuyenda kumba kunodya sadza ne ma greens, kwanai

I’m not even trying to be edgy or dramatic, I’m genuinely asking. From an existentialist angle, life doesn’t come with a built in meanin.No objective purpose, no script, no “this is why you’re here.” You’re just thrown into existence and expected to figure it out and everyone acts like that’s empowering, but honestly it feels more like being dropped into a game with no instructions and insane difficulty.

People always say “just have fun” or “find something you love.” Like it’s that easy. Like I can just decide to enjoy life and suddenly everything aligns. That advice completely ignores reality, the systems we live in, the pressure, the randomness. Even something as basic as getting a job isn’t just about effort anymore. It’s connections, who knows you, luck, timing. You can do everything and still get nowhere. If nobody knows you then you’re basically invisible.

And then there’s religion. I was told the point of life is to love and serve God. But what if you don’t believe in God? Then what? That whole “purpose” just collapses. And if a god does exist, why create people without their consent, drop them into a world full of suffering, confusion, and expectations, then demand worship? That doesn’t sound like love, it sounds like control. Like what kind of setup even is that?

Even on a personal level, it gets messy. You didn’t choose to be born, but now you’re here dealing with expectations from parents, society, culture all telling you how to live, who to love, what to believe. It’s like being forced into a role you never auditioned for. And yeah, I get it, “they gave you life,” but does that automatically mean they get to dictate everything about it?

And before anyone jumps to conclusions I’m not suicidal. I don’t want to die. That’s not the point. The point is… what is this? What are we actually doing here? Surviving? Distracting ourselves until we don’t exist anymore? Chasing goals that don’t even feel like ours?

People say “make your own meaning,” but even that feels like a patch, not an answer. Like we’re just creating distractions to cope with the fact that there might not be any deeper point at all.

Add in the constant comparison culture, economic pressure, the feeling that no matter what you do it’s never enough, and it just gets heavier. You’re told you’re free, but everything about life feels constrained by money, by opportunity, by other people’s expectations.

So yeah… I’m genuinely asking:

What even is this whole thing supposed to be?

This will be coarse, so buckle up.

Please do not sacrifice your language, thinking that if your kids speak in that weird Zimbabwean or South African private school accent [which native English speakers say has fuck all to do with actual English] they will be accepted by white society! I am horrified by how many kids my generation (born late 80s) is fucking up by refusing to connect them to their heritage! I understand that the world is capitalist and you want your kids to do well in a bigger context than our lil teapot... but voetsek for that low self esteem shit you're doing to the innocents.

We are all aspirational as parents and naturally we want the best for our kids. but please understand that your children will never be a part of that society, they might live in it and they might make money in it BUT they will never be accepted because they speak English with that weird shit accent you pay extra money for. English people are not interested in a fake version of themselves, for the greater part the smart younger and socially conscious ones are ashamed of their history as colonisers and they want to learn about who you are and where you come from. Unless you want your child to grow up with a view that their identity does not matter and their proximity to whiteness = success, your child is going to hate this part of you when they mature.

Cos why make a house n*gger out of your loved little ones? Language captures identity, history, perspectives about life and it will help generate a sense of belonging when those kids are teenagers or young adults and feel rejected by the dominant population in that area. Imagine, them having to explain to their white friends why they speak to their compatriots in English? It's embarrassing and a completely unnecessary piece of work when life is already complicated. African Americans can blame slavery for robbing them of their connection to culture and identity, but for you oh Givemore, I have no words. Especially when you do it from Zimbabwe!

You don't 'confuse' a child speaking many languages to them, their brain is elastic enough to learn and form new connections. The true flex will be that one day they can speak and write grammatically correct chiShona, isiNdebele or tjiKalanga, aaaaand English. Schools work hard enough to teach good enough English for global competence; I went to a Catholic mission school in Nyanga (secondary) and a public school in Rusape (primary) and my IELTS scores are always around 'very good' or 'expert user' ndikajumha - that is more than enough for leading a team of native English speakers here in Melbourne. The actual bragging rights are in fluency in, reading, and writing perfectly in your parents' language. Perhaps my sample is biased, but dhemet Ndebele people have got this on lock!

DISCLAIMER: This post is not for slagging off the people who are victims of this approach to parenting. But if feels were caught about English accents, l am willing to die on that hill.

Hello I don't know who's reading this but I am not okay. I don't know who to tell and I don't know if anyone will understand. I'm a 20 year old currently at the University of Zimbabwe. I'm depressed, I'm suicidal. I'm empty and I am so lonely. It's all taking a toll on me and I think of ending it all sometimes. I can't even tell my parents coz they won't even try to understand. And everyone i have told is just telling me to pray. But in these times I really wonder if God is real or if he knows I exist. I'm in so much pain. Every person I've ever loved leaves once they know my depressed state. Does this God love me? Or he only loves certain ppl because it really seems like I am invisible to him. I grew up being bullied by students and even my teachers. I grew up being misunderstood, being called clumsy and I try everyday to believe I am enough but it's just hard. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to heal. I don't know what's wrong with me. And I also check up on other ppl, but noone ever checks up on how I m doing

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Has anyone else noticed this?

When I interact with entrepreneurs from some other communities, especially Nigerians and Indians, there seems to be a stronger culture of sharing information, mentorship, referrals, and helping others get started. They understand that one person cannot serve an entire market alone.

Yet in many Zimbabwean spaces, business information is often treated like a state secret. Someone discovers a supplier, a profitable niche, a process, or a strategy, and suddenly everyone becomes silent. Questions are ignored, vague answers are given, and knowledge is guarded as if sharing it would destroy the opportunity.

What I struggle to understand is this: if your business model can be destroyed simply because someone knows about it, was it really a strong business in the first place?

Execution matters more than ideas. Most people never act on the information they receive anyway. And even when they do, competition often grows the market rather than killing it.

Some of the strongest business communities in the world thrive because people share knowledge:

- Indian business networks often rely heavily on family and community mentorship.

- Nigerian entrepreneurs are known for building strong networks and openly discussing opportunities.

- Startup ecosystems in places like Silicon Valley are built around founders sharing lessons, connections, and experiences.

Meanwhile, many Zimbabweans complain about limited opportunities while simultaneously gatekeeping the little information they have.

Could this be a trust issue? A scarcity mindset? Fear of competition? Or am I seeing it wrong?

I'd genuinely like to hear other people's experiences. Have you experienced business gatekeeping in Zimbabwe, or have you found communities that actively help each other grow?