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Chenjerai Hove

Chenjerai Hove

    Free at last: The day Zimbabwe became independent
    Free at last: The day Zimbabwe became independent
    Chenjerai Hove reminisces about what April 18 1980 meant for him.
    Zim elections: Give us fresh ideas, not insults
    Zim elections: Give us fresh ideas, not insults
    More-of-the-same Robert Mugabe seems to have lost touch with his audience during this campaign, writes Chenjerai Hove.
    Not yet time to plan a return trip to Zim
    Not yet time to plan a return trip to Zim
    Memories of a forced departure haunt Chenjerai Hove, who explains why he's unlikely to return to his birthplace anytime soon.
    Laugh at your own risk in Zimbabwe
    Laugh at your own risk in Zimbabwe
    Cracking a joke about the president or circulating a photoshopped picture of him is hazardous business.
    How an ancestor is born in Zimbabwe
    How an ancestor is born in Zimbabwe
    Zimbabwean writer Chenjerai Hove gives us a rare glimpse into a Shona ceremony that transformed his deceased father into one of the living-dead.
    Zimbabwe's war of empty slogans
    Zimbabwe's war of empty slogans
    Politics is not about persuasion, it is about forcing people to shout allegiance at the barrel of a gun, says Chenjerai Hove.
    Fly-by-night election monitors fail Africa
    Fly-by-night election monitors fail Africa
    Such 'airport observers' judge the freedom and fairness of the ballot from the luxury of the nearest hotel bar.
    Dogs of war still prowl
    Dogs of war still prowl
    Not enough has changed in Zimbabwe for its people in exile to heed Tsvangirai's call to return.
    Mugabe's apartheid state
    Mugabe's apartheid state
    The new government is window-dressing to conceal motives that have nothing to do with the welfare of the country.
    A Zimbabwean arrogantocracy
    A Zimbabwean arrogantocracy
    The MDC has learnt from experience that dictators give away only mirages of power.
    Inside the mind of a dictator
    Inside the mind of a dictator
    The man shuns the beautiful landscapes, the winding rivers that pour down magical gorges and the glossy inland lakes of his own country and goes to Malaysia on holiday. He addresses villagers in complicated English and keeps himself away from any personal contact with his people. Though an avowed "democrat", he hates elections, and loves the British monarchy.