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24/07/2025

🎬 “THE DAY MADZIWA STOOD STILL”
🎤 A Sports Day Story Narrated by Sam Musiyiwa
📍 Live from Madziwa High School Grounds
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🎧 [Cue dramatic mbira with a touch of ghetto whistle and vuvuzela]

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🎙️ Narration by Sam Musiyiwa:

"It was the kind of morning where even the cows stood still to watch.
Madziwa High School wasn’t just hosting a sports day. Nah fam, this was the spiritual World Cup of Mash Central.
And trust me... the ancestors themselves were seated on the clouds watching."

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🔥 The Arrival – Schools in Formation

They came from every corner of Mash Central like it was a war call.

Chindunduma 1 and 2 pulled up like they were sponsored by Adidas, everyone with the same stride, same water bottle, and the same dangerous silence.

Mupfure Secondary arrived making noise before they even reached the gate. Singing, beating empty buckets, one of them already shirtless — and it was 7am.

Bradley High came stylish as usual — some in shades, others chewing gum like they were in a music video.

ChamTec’s Welly and Brian rolled in with Bluetooth speakers blasting Winky D. They came to win… and also flirt.

Of course, Madziwa High, the host, looked stressed. Hosting is pressure. You need to win. You need to feed people. You need to find 5 more chairs before the guest of honor arrives.

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🏐 The Netball Queens

The crowd screamed when the Madziwa High Netball Team stepped on the court. You would’ve thought Beyoncé had arrived.

Faith Marine was the queen shooter—she aimed like her crush was in the stands.

Faith Kugara held the center like her life depended on it.

Eudia’s defense? Ruthless. She once blocked a ball and scared the referee.

Tariro Muchefa moved like she was on roller skates.

And the coach? Mrs. M. Magore. The way she shouted, even people from other schools started running laps.

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🤾‍♂️ Handball Warriors

Then came the Handball team—a wild mix of ambition, sweat, and raw muscle.

Valentine Macheka threw the ball like it owed him money.

Terence Humbasha looked gentle, until the whistle blew—then he turned into a possessed cheetah.

Sam Musiyiwa (yes, me) was somewhere in the mix, doing both coaching and confusing.

Believe Dave was known for scoring… and forgetting the rules.

Coach G. Musiyiwa stood on the sidelines like a pastor waiting for demons to fall.

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⚽ THE MAIN EVENT – SOCCER MADNESS

This wasn’t a match… this was war disguised as sport.

Leading the line was Captain Kudakwashe Gomo, a legend. He wasn’t even supposed to be there, he had finished school… but the school begged him:

> “Just one more game, please.”

He agreed on one condition: “I don’t do warm-ups.”

Washington Gomo, his younger brother, had the speed of lightning and the anger of an unpaid kombi driver.

Tymon Gatsi had legs like tree trunks and tackled people like they owed him sadza.

In the stands? The top 3 vocal supporters:

Astage Gomo (with a whistle louder than the referee’s),

Gugigizabel (dressed like she came from Borrowdale),

and Melodianse, who didn’t understand the rules, but shouted the loudest.

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💃 Traditional Dance – Ganza Nation

Then came the moment that shut the entire field down.
The Ganza Family took over the stage like the spirit of Mbuya Nehanda had entered their spines.

Privilege Donza led the crew like a chief priestess.

Tedious Ganza, Innocent Ganza, Martin Ganza, and the Other Ganza’s — ehhh this family had the rhythm of thunder.

Drums were played till the dust became smoke.

Even teachers started ululating. A goat almost fainted in the distance.

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🎤 Meanwhile… Behind the Band Tent

Onisious Mhukuta aka Onman and his Bevhula Boys Band were somewhere behind the kitchen, setting up illegal speakers, and performing for the girls from Chindunduma 2.

He sang a remix of Jah Prayzah’s Dangerzone, called “Examzone” and it went viral on TikTok that afternoon. No rehearsal. Just vibes.

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👏 And Then Came The Ones Who Made It Home

We can’t forget:

Rutendo Kottie – selling freezits and winning hearts.

Justice Paiva – filming everything with a broken phone and a dream.

Vaida Onyimo – keeping girls in line and slapping boys out of line.

Ever & Mathew Kabaya – twin towers of energy and fashion.

Ipanogy Gomo – the cool cousin who made everyone laugh and almost got disqualified for "excessive swag."

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🏁 Final Scene: Sunset & Storytelling

As the sun set on Madziwa grounds, everyone knew… this day would never be repeated.

It wasn’t about medals.
It wasn’t about trophies.
It was about belonging, beef stew in takeaway plates, dusty socks, sore throats, and memories no camera can ever fully capture.

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🎙️ Sam Musiyiwa signs off:

> “You see… Madziwa didn’t just host a sports day…
…Madziwa gave us a memory our grandchildren will lie about.”

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21/07/2025

🎙️ “Orania: The Clean Town With Dirty Secrets”

(For educational purposes only)

🎤 “They say Orania is clean. Safe. Free. A place where a people can preserve their culture in peace.
But I ask you — at what cost?
And to who?”

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I’m Sam , and for months I’ve been digging, interviewing, connecting dots between classified state archives, whistleblowers, ex-military personnel, and Afrikaner families who once tried to leave — and couldn’t.

What I found is not on the news.
What I found is a mirror of South Africa’s unfinished story.

Let me take you inside.

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☠️ CHAPTER ONE: THE TOWN THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST

> “There is no such thing as an Afrikaner-only town in post-apartheid South Africa,” they said.
But it’s been here since 1991.

Orania.
Built on a failed government workers' town called “Vluytjeskraal.” Bought by Carel Boshoff, the son-in-law of Hendrik Verwoerd — the mastermind of apartheid.

Orania was meant to be a Volkstaat — a self-governing white homeland.
And that dream… never died.

A leaked 1993 document I saw, labeled “Project Phoenix”, speaks of a multi-phase plan:

1. Build community

2. Create internal currency

3. Control all labor

4. Remove all outside influence

Phase 5?
Declare cultural independence when the Republic begins to fail.

It’s right there. But no one talks about it.

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🕵🏽 CHAPTER TWO: THE ORA – CURRENCY OF CONTROL

They call it “Ora,” a local currency only usable in Orania.
They say it helps local trade.

But insiders I spoke to – a former Orania accountant and a Treasury informant – told me this:

> “The Ora system is designed to disconnect from the South African financial grid slowly. It’s digital. It’s traceable. But not to SARS.”

In other words, Orania is test-driving economic secession.

They can print, monitor, and manipulate their own economy under a smiling flag of cultural freedom.

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🔍 CHAPTER THREE: VETTED AT THE GATE

You can’t just walk into Orania and buy land.
You apply. You are interviewed. You are investigated.

> “We don’t want outside influence,” one council member told me—off the record.

I met a Cape Town teacher, white, Afrikaans-speaking, who applied to move to Orania.

She was rejected.

> “They said I had too many progressive views,” she told me.

So even white liberals are too Black for Orania.

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📡 CHAPTER FOUR: THE FARM SURVEILLANCE PROJECT

From drone footage obtained through an anonymous drone pilot who flew near Orania’s farms, I noticed something chilling:

New roads into nothing

Farmlands connected to ghost companies

Infrastructure being built in concentric clusters, resembling a territorial expansion grid

> “They’re quietly buying land around Orania, sometimes through shell farms owned by proxies,” a land rights activist confirmed.

Why?
Because Orania isn’t content with being a town.
It’s building a future republic.

A whites-only homeland, under the radar of a distracted nation.

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🤐 CHAPTER FIVE: THE PEOPLE WHO TRIED TO SPEAK OUT

One ex-Oranian, a young man named “J.G.” now living in exile in Namibia, told me this:

> “I grew up there. My father was on the council. I saw how they spoke behind closed doors. They talk about the fall of South Africa like it’s a countdown. They believe they’re next in line to rule again—on their terms.”

When he started speaking out, his family disowned him.

Another story — a black South African journalist who tried to film a documentary from a public road was tailed by bakkies and warned to leave the area.

One of his audio recordings caught the phrase:

> “We have our own way of dealing with those who don’t understand.”

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🇿🇦 FINAL CHAPTER: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR SOUTH AFRICA?

Let me be clear.

Orania is not a crime under the Constitution.
But it’s also not just a town.

It is a prototype.
A fortress of nostalgia.
A place where the future is being quietly written in the past’s handwriting.

And the scariest part?

> No one is stopping them.

Not because they don’t know…
But because they don’t care.

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> 🎤 "My name is Sam
I don’t tell stories to scare you.
I tell them so that history doesn’t creep up on us in the dark again.
Orania exists.
But so does the truth.
And it’s time we all see it."

17/07/2025

“Silenced by the State

They never died. They were erased.”

There are names that don’t make it into the history books... not because they weren’t important, but because they were too important. So important that their voices had to be shut. Their footprints wiped. Their memory buried under files marked “Classified.”

Let me tell you about four Zimbabweans who paid the price for daring to speak.

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1. Paul Chizuze – The Missing Truth-Seeker

He wasn’t the type to shout. He was calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence.
Paul was obsessed with one thing: Gukurahundi – the genocide that the government has never owned up to.
He demanded justice. Demanded truth.

In 2012, he walked out of his house in Bulawayo. Never came back.
No arrest. No statement. No answers.
Just a phone that stopped ringing.
A case that nobody dared touch.

They say if you ask too many questions about the 5th Brigade, you disappear too.
Paul’s file is now just a cold folder... but to us, he’s still missing because they’re still hiding.

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2. Mark Chavhunduka – The Journalist Who Knew Too Much

He edited The Standard. Sharp mind. Brave pen.
In 1999, Mark published a story – a scoop about army officers planning a coup.
That article cost him everything.

Soldiers came. No warrant. No rights.
They took him.
Beat him. Electrocuted him.
No lawyers. No mercy. No sleep.

They tortured the truth out of him, then threw him back to the world like nothing happened.
But the trauma stayed.
He died in 2002. Just 37.
His family said he was never the same after what the army did.

They didn’t shoot him. They tortured him until his body gave up.

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3. Patrick Nabanyama – The Election Agent Who Vanished

It was the year 2000. Hope was alive. MDC was new, and change felt possible.
Patrick, a teacher and family man, signed up as an election agent for David Coltart.

Big mistake.

ZANU-PF militias dragged him out in front of his children.
Screaming.
Pleading.
Gone.

He was never seen again.
Coltart still tells the story. Still mourns him.
But Patrick’s body was never found.
No grave.
No apology.
No justice.

Only silence... and fear.

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4. Jestina Mukoko – The Woman Who Wouldn’t Break

December 2008.
Plainclothes men came for Jestina.
No warrant. No charges.
Just fists, blindfolds, and interrogations.

She had been documenting abductions and torture.
Now she was the victim of it.

For weeks, nobody knew where she was.
Even judges demanded answers.
But the state kept quiet, like they always do.

When she was finally produced, they called her a “terrorist.”
She stood tall. Fought back in court.
Survived.

But every activist who saw what happened knew...
“They can come for any of us. Anytime.”

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THEIR NAMES LIVE HERE

At HoodLensTV, we don’t forget.
We write what the news won’t.
We name the ghosts the state tried to silence.

Paul.
Mark.
Patrick.
Jestina.

They were not criminals.
They were citizens.
Their only crime… was speaking the truth.

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🕊️ Let their names rise again. Speak them. Share them. The only way to defeat silence is to break it.

17/07/2025

📄 HOODLENSTV PRESENTS:

“THEY KNOW YOUR NAME, EVEN IN THE DARK”

Based on real operations of surveillance and suppression in Zimbabwe

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They don’t knock anymore.

They wait.
They follow.
They listen.
And when it’s time — they don’t arrest you.
They erase you.

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Hope was a journalist.
Smart. Loud. Fearless.
He posted a tweet.
Just one.
Asking where the president’s son got the money for that house in Dubai.

Two days later, his phone glitched.
Wouldn’t charge. Wouldn’t open apps.
Next day, his neighbor said men in suits came by asking questions.

Not police.
Not CID.
Just “people from up top.”

They didn’t threaten him.
They just said:

> “You should focus on sports stories. Politics is dirty.”

He never tweeted again.

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Then there’s Marvellous — a student at UZ.
Posted a voice note about corruption in a WhatsApp group.
The group only had 8 members.
One of them was an informer.

Three weeks later, he got suspended from school for “inciting division.”
His parents were told they’d lose their jobs if he spoke again.
Now he sells tomatoes near Mbare Musika.
But he doesn’t talk politics anymore.
Not even in whispers.

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You see, this thing doesn’t wear a uniform.
It doesn’t come with sirens.
It’s a system built on silence.
Where your Facebook like… can be a death sentence.
Where your cousin in the UK says something, and your grandmother back home gets a knock.

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They monitor.
They trace IPs.
They screenshot.
They infiltrate groups with fake names and smiling profile pictures.
They take notes.

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And then there’s Blessing.

Young activist.
Left Zimbabwe for SA.
He thought he was free.

But his mother called him crying.
Police had come.
Took her ID.
Told her she raised a traitor.
Told her to warn her son:

> “We know what he’s doing online. He thinks he’s safe there? Tell him to keep running.”

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In Zimbabwe, it's not just about being arrested.
It’s about being watched until you silence yourself.
About being alive… but muted.
Breathing… but erased.

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So when you wonder why no one speaks up...
It’s because they already tried.
And the system swallowed them before you even noticed.

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This is not a conspiracy. It’s reality.
Ask the students.
Ask the journalists.
Ask the activists now selling sadza on the roadside with tired eyes and locked mouths.

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🩸 HOODLENSTV: TRUE STORIES. UNFILTERED. FOR THE PEOPLE.

16/07/2025

🎥 “THE CHINHOYI FILES: SECRETS THEY TRIED TO ERASE”

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They say Zimbabwe is peaceful.
But peace bought with fear… isn’t peace.

This country has graves with no tombstones.
Names whispered in corners.
Files locked in drawers...
And stories that disappear before they’re even told.

We dug into the dirt.
And found four names they tried to bury.

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RASHIWE GUZHA.
A young woman.
Secretary to the intelligence boss.
1990 — she vanished.
No goodbye. No body. No headline.

Word on the street?
She saw something she wasn’t supposed to see.
And they made sure she’d never speak again.
Even today… the system denies she ever existed.

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GODFREY CHANETSA.
Big man. Presidential mouthpiece.
But he started talking too much.
Calling for transparency. Shaking the table.

2002 — sudden illness.
But those close to him knew —
He got the warning signs. The threats. The silent watchers.

And then... just like that, he was gone.
Another quiet death in a loud regime.

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BRIGADIER GENERAL AMBROSE MUTINHIRI.
Not dead. But dead quiet.
A soldier’s soldier. One of the old lions.
He knew things. Deep things. Blood things.

At one point, he broke ranks.
Then vanished from the scene.
No interviews. No noise. Just shadows.

What did he know?
And who told him to keep his mouth shut?

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EDWARD CHINDORI-CHININGA.
MP. ZANU insider.
But he turned against the machine.
Exposed the diamond theft. The billions missing.

He said:
“If I die in an accident, don’t believe it was an accident.”
A week later — crash.
Car mangled. Case closed.

Coincidence? Or message?

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These names are not forgotten.
Not here.
Not on HoodLensTV.

Because when the system erases them…
We write them in fire.

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15/07/2025

“They Buried the Truth — So We Dug It Back Up”

🎥 Powered by – Where the Silenced Speak Again

---⚫ INTRODUCTION

Not every death comes with a gunshot.
Not every grave holds a body.
And not every truth is allowed to breathe.

In Zimbabwe’s long post-independence night, some names were never meant to be known. Others were erased, rewritten, or silenced — not just to protect power, but to rewrite history entirely. Today, HoodLensTV exhumes four stories that the Zimbabwean state buried deep — sometimes with bodies, always with fear.

This is not history written by victors.
This is history whispered by the dead.

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🕳️ 1. SAUL GWAKUBA NDLOVU – The Historian Who Knew Too Much

Long before “truth commissions” became fashionable, Saul Gwakuba Ndlovu was already telling truths that made the regime uncomfortable.

He was no ordinary man. A war-time journalist, liberation strategist, and educationist, Gwakuba had a pen that pierced through propaganda. After independence, he tried to document the ZIPRA story — the "other half" of the liberation war that was being wiped out from textbooks and monuments.

But there was one line you didn’t cross in Mugabe’s Zimbabwe:
Gukurahundi.

Gwakuba wrote about it. He asked questions others wouldn’t. He named ZIPRA graves. He challenged the one-party narrative. And for that — he wasn’t killed, but something worse: he was muted.

Removed from newspapers. Prevented from publishing state-approved history. Isolated. Discredited. Ignored.
His sin? Telling Zimbabwe’s story as it truly happened.

He died an old man, but his voice was silenced decades earlier.

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🧱 2. JAMES “KUDA” CHINAMANO – The Family Sacrifice

In the early 1980s, a young man in Bulawayo dared to speak out.

James “Kuda” Chinamano, nephew to respected nationalist Ruth Chinamano, was fiery, fearless, and unshaken by the new regime’s illusion of unity. At youth congresses, he criticized growing corruption and the sidelining of Matabeleland voices. He exposed how ZANU had betrayed the spirit of liberation.

He vanished in 1984. Just… gone.

No investigation. No file. Not even a newspaper mention.

He was related to political royalty — but in those days, blood ties couldn’t protect truth-tellers. Sources in the youth league whispered that he was taken by CIO operatives after a speech where he denounced the Unity Accord as a fraud.

Some say his body was dumped in the Bhalagwe caves.
Others say he was forced to dig his own grave before being shot.

But what is clear is this: he was silenced because he believed the people still mattered after the war.

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🔪 3. CAPTAIN EDWIN NLEYA – The Officer Who Refused to Lie

Captain Edwin Nleya was not a politician.
He was a soldier. A professional. A patriot.

And that’s what got him killed.

In 1989, Captain Nleya — serving in army intelligence — uncovered a corruption racket involving top ZNA officials and international arms deals. He was preparing to submit evidence. He had names. He had files.

Then, he was found hanging in a Bulawayo hotel.
The official verdict? Su***de.

But it didn’t add up. He was due to testify the following week. His personal notebook — filled with confidential information — was missing. Eyewitnesses claimed he had been followed days before his death.

Inside army circles, whispers spread:

> “They got him before he could speak.”

His widow asked for answers. The military gave her silence.
Captain Nleya was buried. His truth buried deeper.

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🔥 4. TICHAONA CHIMINYA & TALENT MABIKA – Burned Alive for Democracy

It was the year 2000 — Zimbabwe stood at a crossroads.
The opposition MDC was rising. People wanted change. Hope filled the air.

Then came the fire.

Tichaona Chiminya and Talent Mabika were MDC youth organisers driving through Murambinda when their car was ambushed by ZANU-PF supporters. Petrol bombs were thrown. The car burned with them inside.

They burned to death while locals watched in horror.

And their killer? Joseph Mwale — a known CIO operative — was named by witnesses. Yet he walked free. For over a decade. Even today, he has never faced justice.

Chiminya and Mabika weren’t just killed.
They were sacrificed to send a message:

> “You challenge the regime, we burn your future.”

Their names have since become symbols — not of martyrdom alone, but of a country that lets killers dine in government offices.

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⚰️ CONCLUSION: A Country of Quiet Graves

These four are not the only ones.
They are only the ones we can still name.

Zimbabwe is full of silent graves, of bones dumped in mass pits, of voices cut off mid-sentence. The project of silencing was not just about bullets. It was about invisibility. Making you vanish so completely that even your family doubts your existence.

But we at HoodLensTV refuse to forget.
We resurrect stories. We name the unspoken.
We speak for those who were silenced so that future generations don’t inherit lies.

Let history tremble. The dead are speaking again.

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🕯️ Dedicated to the unsung, the disappeared, and the betrayed.
📢 Narrated by Sam Musiyiwa.
🎥 Powered by HoodLensTV – Where the Silenced Speak Again

14/07/2025

🔥 The Silenced Four:
Disappearances Government Never Wanted Solved

1. 🇿🇼 Paul Gunda – The Commander Who Knew Too Much

Disappeared: June 1984, near Chinhoyi
Affiliation: Ex-ZIPRA commander (Second Chimurenga War)

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Paul Gunda was no ordinary war veteran. He was among the few who had cross-border military training in Angola, Libya, and the Soviet Union. He had kept war diaries, documenting not only his missions but also disputes between ZIPRA and ZANLA — particularly on post-independence betrayal.

In early 1984, Gunda began speaking at underground meetings, warning that Mugabe was centralizing power under a Shona elite, abandoning the promises made to liberation fighters — especially ZIPRA cadres.

In May 1984, he submitted a 19-page report to the ZAPU leadership that implicated key ministers in looting war funds and disarming ZIPRA under the guise of "integration."

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The Disappearance:

Days after the report leaked to a foreign journalist from The Guardian, Gunda was followed by unmarked Peugeot 504s. On June 3, his car was found parked — engine still warm — outside Chinhoyi Training Centre. No body. No blood. Just a bullet casing.

Locals whispered that he was taken to Nyanga Military Base 7, a camp run by CIO’s internal cleanup division — known as Unit 205. Rumors say he was tortured and eventually “buried in pieces.”

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2. 📰 Ruvimbo Nyazika – The Student Who Asked Too Many Questions

Disappeared: August 1988, Harare
Affiliation: Journalism student, University of Zimbabwe

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Ruvimbo was only 22 when she began her own investigation into Gukurahundi. While interning at The Herald, she got access to archived police memos, internal army memos, and classified dispatches from Matabeleland between 1982–1985. She began documenting survivor testimonies — many involving mass r**e, torture, and infant killings.

She secretly published a 3-part exposé titled “What We Buried in Matobo” under a pen name in a student paper. Her writing caught the attention of Amnesty International, and they reached out.

That was her mistake.

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The Disappearance:

On August 12, 1988, Ruvimbo left the Herald offices at around 6:30 p.m. to catch a kombi to Avondale. She never arrived. A vendor later told friends she saw her being pulled into a white Mazda B1800 twin cab near Julius Nyerere Way by two men in dark suits.

Years later, a defector from CIO confessed that she had been held in a basement cell under KGVI Barracks, then executed under Order 88/Blackout — reserved for “agitators with foreign contact.” Her body was allegedly dumped in the Mazowe Dam with bricks tied to her feet.

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3. 💣 Jackson “Ghetto General” Moyo – The Voice of Entumbane

Disappeared: March 1985, Bulawayo
Affiliation: Former ZIPRA fighter, community mobilizer

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Jackson Moyo survived Entumbane’s bloody clashes in 1981, where ZANLA and ZIPRA clashed violently in Bulawayo. After laying down arms, he became an outspoken voice for ZIPRA reintegration, compensation, and healing.

He openly accused Mugabe’s government of using 5th Brigade troops to punish Ndebele communities, calling it “a new type of colonization by our own.”

He organized rallies in Luveve and Njube demanding answers for missing ZIPRA soldiers.

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The Disappearance:

On March 3, 1985, Moyo was last seen giving a fiery speech in Makokoba. Three days later, his house was raided by plain-clothed officers, and his wife was beaten while he was taken away in a blue lorry.

He was never seen again.

In 1993, bones were discovered during a construction project in Figtree. Locals believe it was Moyo and three other ZIPRA cadres dumped in a shallow, lime-covered mass grave. The government ordered the site “secured” and blocked exhumation.

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4. 🕊️ Sister Edna Mhlanga – The Nun Who Kept Records

Disappeared: October 1985, Masvingo to Bulawayo bus route
Affiliation: Catholic Diocese of Gweru, humanitarian

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Sister Edna ran a shelter for girls in Lupane during the Gukurahundi massacres. She helped victims of army r**e, many of them underage, and even documented their medical reports with dates, names, and villages.

She defied local priests and reported the abuse to the Vatican and the BBC. But her biggest risk was compiling a "Book of the Dead" — a list of over 700 names, many of them children and pregnant women.

In October 1985, she boarded a ZUPCO bus heading to Bulawayo to meet a foreign journalist. She never arrived.

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The Disappearance:

Two passengers on the bus later reported seeing two men in military uniform board the bus in Gweru and sit near her. At a “police checkpoint” near Shangani, she was asked to step off the bus to "verify her travel documents."

She was never seen again.

That same night, the Catholic Centre in Lupane was raided, and all medical records burned. A priest later found pages of the Book of the Dead floating in a river, blood-stained and half-burned.

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⚠️ Final Thoughts:

All four of these brave souls were not rebels, not criminals — they were truth seekers.

Paul Gunda wanted liberation to mean fairness.

Ruvimbo Nyazika believed in truth through journalism.

Jackson Moyo believed his people deserved peace.

Sister Edna wanted children’s voices heard.

And for this... they vanished.

No graves.
No justice.
No memorial.

But through , we resurrect their voices.

14/07/2025

🎬 BROTHERS IN CHAINS: The Day Everything Changed

📍Lindela Holding Facility – South Africa

The sun didn’t shine that day.
Not because the clouds were dark — but because hope had been arrested.

Sam Musiyiwa sat in a cold, crowded van with his wrists cuffed to a stranger — a man named Jafta Moyo — whose eyes carried the same fire: the fire of a man caught between what he was… and what he could become.

On that day, everything changed.

🧊 A New Kind of Hell

Thrown into the infamous Lindela detention center, Sam, Jafta, and a quiet, calculating man named Idrissa Nganga found themselves living a life they never imagined.

Their names were not on the deportation lists, yet their families were being turned away at the gates.
Food brought by their loved ones was confiscated and discarded, as guards laughed behind mirrored glass.

All they were given was:

Cold porridge in the morning — no sugar, no salt. Just shame.

Two slices of dry bread at noon.

No dinner. No dignity. No answers.

But where most men broke, these three built.

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🧘🏽 A New Religion: Focus

Sam, a Christian.
Idrissa, a Muslim.
Jafta, a seeker of truth.

In a world designed to divide them, they found one thing that united them:
Meditation.

Together, they stopped praying for escape —
and started focusing on becoming men worthy of freedom.

They sat in silence for hours, visualizing:

The lives they wanted.

The projects they would build.

The people they would become.

And slowly, the pain became a path.

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📚 Brothers in Study, Not Just in Chains

By day, they suffered.
By night, they built empires in the mind.

Sam taught them business, strategy, writing, leadership.

Jafta shared wisdom from the streets of Zim and his past mistakes.

Idrissa revealed the deep psychology of survival and money.

They were students of pain — and professors of purpose.

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🚫 The Bus That Didn’t Take Them

Two buses came for deportation.
The guards called name after name.
People left.
But their names never came up.

And yet, they weren’t charged. They weren’t guilty.
They weren’t even supposed to be there.

Weeks passed.
No explanation.
Then one day — a door opened.

“You’re free to go.”

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🌍 Life After Chains

Sam and Idrissa found each other again on the outside.
They were no longer prisoners.

They were brothers.

Meeting weekly.

Planning businesses.

Helping each other grow mentally, financially, and spiritually.

Jafta? He waits in Zimbabwe.
Not just for a reunion — but for a revolution.

Together, they vowed to build the dream they birthed behind bars.

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🔥 This is Not Just a Story

It’s a warning to those who waste freedom.
It’s a lesson to those who think pain is punishment.
And it’s a promise — that even in the darkest places, greatness can rise.

Because sometimes, prison doesn’t trap you.
It frees you from who you were…
So you can become who you were born to be.

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🎥 | Inspired by True Pain, Told with Purpose

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