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Khuphuka Nasingeni
When it is your season, nothing, I mean nothing at all, can stop you.
It appears our Warriors are in their groove, they have found their feet(or boots) and are making Zimbabweans literally go crazy.
It has been long since the country had so much joy attributed to the Warriors. In fact, it has taken us so long some of the fans had even forgotten how to celebrate a Warriors victory!
No more making fun of our national team since they now deserve the Warriors tag; what a fight they put up against Malawi.
The visiting team reminds me of that Malawi lady of the Trade Fair fame. Me thinks she should visit the Flames and stoke up their flames herbally, they might need the intervention more than our boys, judging by the result of the last encounter. Let me stay with the celebratory atmosphere that engulfed the country and still reverberates across the beautiful land.
The way we celebrate our childrena��s success at O-level is the same way that we celebrate our boys when they do us proud the way they did. Like an O-level exam that takes you to A-level, these Afcon qualifiers have ensured we make it to the Africa Cup of Nations where we last featured in 2006.
We got the needed points even though we are still to sit for another subject! Still on victory and basking in reputational glory, I wonder why our beloved Zifa decided to peel off their old identity when these good times could have washed their sins away to a snow white body.
Or am I missing something here? When do reptiles shed off their skins by the way? Just a thought. It appears there will be a lot of back and forth shuffling to clarify and classify certain decisions linked to our football administration. I am no legal expert, so I will leave the experts to bring closure to the saga.
Whatever we call the football body really does not bother me, as long as any reversal of names does not result in a reversal of our victory over Malawi.
I have been out and about and my visits to my favourite spot have been irregular but quite refreshing each time as there is always a lot of gossip to catch up on.
Take for example, the latest craze that blended into the Warriors victory celebrations.A� Bulawayo is a very fashion conscious city; you see all trends on our streets, from all-star footwear to the trendiest stilettos and all sorts.
Visitors to the city always have something to say about the girls!A� But uMzo had a different kind of gossip this time around when I got to the bar.
He wanted us to commit an abomination by urging me to leave our regular spot to visit this other spot in town where a different kind of fashion was on exhibition. All this because he missed out on the opening of the joint that pulled all manner of men that sought to satiate their sights with fleshly fashion.
Unlike the likes of Gucci, Billabong, Lee and other fashion labels, whose owners we shall never meet, this new fashion craze gets you up close and personal with the owner of the label.
I am talking strip tease here, dear reader. I shall not implicate pretty pious men by stating the date of the event lest ladies start checking their diaries and calendars to see if daddya��s visa application reasons on the day were not slightly misleading.A� Who would leave madam and boldly declare that they are off to a strip joint?
Anyway, the joint is now firmly established in Bulawayo and there is a light that shoots up into the sky and can lead you all the way like the star leading the wise men to Bethlehem.
I will not go into detail on what uMzo told me about the events on the ramp and pole . . . save to say many more curious men are trooping there and parking some distance away in case their cars are spotted there by the wrong people.
I implore men of the cloth to stay away lest they are pictured there and their story of evangelism hits a brickwall.
You know these sheep fail to understand that clergy need to visit such places to bring the lost close to their maker. Ye of little faith!
Still on the faltering sheep, it would appear their failure to evangelise and convert their neighbours, their friends, and their friendsa�� friends is leading to a spike in crime in some areas.A� Bantu benkosi!
I attended this other church during the week and I was struck by the level of security in the building.
Of late, I have been spending much time in my bank on account of the cash issues, but bank managers would envy that pastora��s security.
Guys, please, hands off the house of God, I beseech you.A� I was supposed to absorb the sermon but my attention was drawn to the layers of burglar bars all around . . .
I wondered what would happen in the event of an emergency.A� Dona��t you dare ask me what emergency in the house of God.
What if during body viewing after fervent prayer the deceased jumps out of the coffin . . . dona��t tell me the mature Christians would stay put and give glory to God!
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