Onie Ndoro
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When love of money goes beyond bounds of sanctity
I was bold enough to ask Baba VaTata.
By Onie Ndoro
Sep. 18, 2022
The devil in the detail
I wish my neighbour Svinurai could see this and stop bashing his wife.
By Onie Ndoro
Oct. 2, 2022
The world is now a weird place
Herdboy Murders Wife of His Boss After He Caught Her Cheating Him!”
By Onie Ndoro
Oct. 9, 2022
The pain, humiliation that comes with being penniless is unbearable
That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was to linger with them for longer than was necessary.
By Onie Ndoro
Oct. 16, 2022
The day Tsano Fatso ran amok
Mind you, this was not the only t- shirt with this kind of cheeky message.
By Onie Ndoro
Oct. 23, 2022
It’s only folly that we do not draw lessons from history
“You must have a passport if I must take you with me,” he had said on his last trip.
By Onie Ndoro
Oct. 29, 2022
Gone are the days and times have changed
Time for tilling the land had arrived. The trick was to plant with the early rains in case the season would be short.
By Onie Ndoro
Nov. 6, 2022
Ghetto: Where spirit of ubuntu stands out
A huge crowd had gathered to watch. For one reason or another, many of us who liked to watch the premier league matches we always went to the shops for that.
By Onie Ndoro
Nov. 13, 2022
Electricity dilemma
During half-time Putin just blubbered: “How is it someone can live in the ceiling for ten good years?”
By Onie Ndoro
Dec. 11, 2022
Unannounced visitors for Christmas
Over the last few days I noticed that Mai Maidei was not her usual self. It was like something was troubling her.
By Onie Ndoro
Dec. 25, 2022
Zebra ‘kiss’: Some names are better left alone
Some names are better left alone. For a bus operator, the Zebra “kiss” was stretching it too far.
By Onie Ndoro
Jan. 29, 2023
Ghetto Dances: The day Fatso stole my business idea
The moment I tendered my resignation I felt some relief.
By Onie Ndoro
Feb. 5, 2023
Ghetto Dances: The fate of the Turkey, Syria earthquake
She sold vegetables at her market which greatly supplemented our income.
By Onie Ndoro
Feb. 12, 2023
Valentine’s Day: Men are yet to appreciate its significance
Like many typical African men, I had completely forgotten about the day.
By Onie Ndoro
Feb. 19, 2023
Ill-gotten money gets you nowhere!
While Fatso was doing his thing on the dance floor and holding a quart of beer in one hand above his head, I could not help, but look at Danny our benefactor.
By Onie Ndoro
Feb. 26, 2023
Ghetto Dances: More of a hand-to-mouth existence
The weekend before, Manchester United had been humiliated by Liverpool. Seven goals to nothing was a heavy defeat.
By Onie Ndoro
Mar. 12, 2023
Money comes and goes, but your manhood stays with you
The big lesson was to be a man of integrity all the time. Money comes and goes, but family will always be there, through thick and thin.
By Onie Ndoro
Mar. 19, 2023
The struggle in the ghetto is real
Someone whom I did not know was trying to represent our ward as our next councillor.
By Onie Ndoro
Mar. 25, 2023
Ghetto Dances: The postman who could not ride a bicycle
I had never ridden a bicycle before all my life. I had a great fear of losing my newly found job over this technicality.
By Onie Ndoro
Apr. 9, 2023
Ghetto Dances: ‘It’s my turn to eat too’ mantra takes nation by storm
Every five years, election after election, their ears heard sweet music of promises. Education was free at first, there was clean drinking water and roads were tarred.
By Onie Ndoro
Apr. 16, 2023
Where had I made the wrong turn?
He sold home-made floor polish. His voice was always pitched high shouting, “Cobra!
By Onie Ndoro
Apr. 23, 2023
The ghetto has no secrets
He reminded me of a cow chewing cud, the jaws always grinding up and down.
By Onie Ndoro
May. 7, 2023
Ghetto Dances: But was this the life I wanted?
The street hawkers in Hwata Street were trying to outdo each other as usual.
By Onie Ndoro
May. 14, 2023
Ghetto dances: A tiny spark could trigger madness
In an effort to escape from the municipal police, fruit and vegetables fell to the ground as the street hawkers ran away in all directions.
By Onie Ndoro
May. 21, 2023
Money talks with enough of it moving mountains
Handitika was a “malayitsha” who smuggled both goods and people across the border.
By Onie Ndoro
May. 28, 2023
Ghetto dances: Of dry boreholes and dry politicking
“You vote for me, you vote for progress! You vote for me, you vote for better schools and clinics! You vote for me you vote for real development!
By Onie Ndoro
Jun. 4, 2023
Ghetto dances: The ghetto is a battleground for survival
I trudged wearily home from work. The weight of the day’s stress bore heavily on my shoulders.
By Onie Ndoro
Jun. 11, 2023
Ghetto Dances: When Cde Mobiliser dropped the bombshell
The War Vetarans corner was of particular great interest.
By Onie Ndoro
Jun. 18, 2023
Fate was not on my side
A haulage truck had broken down just ahead of us. To make matters worse the robot was not working.
By Onie Ndoro
Jul. 2, 2023
Ghetto dances: I made the most of it like there was no tomorrow
There was nothing he could not do if the price was good enough. Handitika was also a good friend of Baba VaTata.
By Onie Ndoro
Jul. 9, 2023
