King Jay🇿🇼
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Electrical Eng⚡ZesaUK | DJ #SoulShackRadio| Host #PyjamaParty @Classic263 | Chair #TeamFulo | #NjanjaRoots 🇿🇼 | People person | Gooner 🔴 | Soul • Jazz • Afro
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#PauseForThought #SoulShackRadio I have deliberately taken my time before commenting on Thomas Tafirenyika Muchadura Mukanya Mapfumo's Thomas Mapfumo decision to accept the performance offer made by Wicknell Chivhayo. Emotions have been running high, but sometimes it is better to let the dust settle before offering an opinion. Many people have every right to feel disappointed. Mukanya has spent decades speaking truth to power, giving a voice to the ordinary Zimbabwean and refusing offers that he believed compromised his principles. That legacy cannot simply be erased. But I also think we should look at this from another angle. Thomas Mapfumo is not accepting a handout. He is not receiving charity. He is being paid for doing what he has done for more than half a century , performing his music. There is a difference. For decades, Mukanya gave Zimbabwe a soundtrack that defined generations. His music inspired, challenged, comforted and united millions. If someone now believes that contribution is worth paying US$1 million for, why should he apologise for earning it? Some will say he has changed. I would ask... At what point do we allow a man to stop fighting and simply enjoy the fruits of his life's work? He has already made his position known over many decades. History has already recorded where he stood. His record speaks for itself. There is little left for him to prove. Not long ago, after his rural home was destroyed by fire, a fundraising appeal reportedly struggled to raise even a fraction of its modest target. That should give us all pause. It is easy to tell a legend to remain uncompromising. It is much harder to support that legend when he needs us. If this performance fee allows Mukanya to enjoy his later years in comfort, surrounded by family, with the dignity he has earned through his own talent, then I genuinely wish him well. Perhaps this chapter may also open the door to something many Zimbabweans, regardless of political persuasion, have quietly wished to see for years , Thomas Mapfumo spending more time back in the country that gave birth to both the man and the music. There is something deeply special about a legend coming home. Every great story deserves a peaceful final chapter, and there is no place like home. Whether you agree with his decision or not, one thing remains unchanged... Thomas Mapfumo's contribution to Zimbabwean music, our liberation story and our national identity was secured long before this performance offer arrived. A paid performance cannot erase a lifetime of conviction. I wish Dr. Thomas Mapfumo safe travels, successful performances and, above all, peace and happiness in the years ahead. Legends deserve their flowers while they are still here.💐
King Jay🇿🇼164,823 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад
Ah? Ah? Ah? Heyi! Zimbabwe Republic Police ,tinovhunduka kaa😳
King Jay🇿🇼42,037 просмотров • 29 дней назад
My Princess ,Coretta-Jayde Rose . I was so young when she arrived on 23 September 1986. Born at the The Avenues Clinic ,Harare. I was living right next door at the famous 24 Cherlynn Court ,Montague/ Mazoe Street. That's when I had to slow down on jollifications a bhiki, it was quite a "shock" to the body 😆😅😅 How time flies hey!
King Jay🇿🇼21,913 просмотров • 15 дней назад
#PauseForThought When you first land in the Diaspora and start earning pounds, dollars or euros, there is a false sense of financial security that can engulf the mind. Suddenly you're doing the calculations. "I'll work for five years, save some money, build my retirement home kumusha, start something back home and eventually return to live the soft life." Five years becomes ten. Ten becomes twenty. Because somewhere in those calculations, we forget one important thing ,we also have to live where we are. There is rent or a mortgage to pay. Council Tax,gas,electricity, transport food,family,insurance,the car and unexpected expenses. And naturally, you also aspire to get onto the property ladder and build some security for yourself where you actually live. Before long, life becomes that familiar cycle: Work. Home. Work. Payday. Bills. Repeat. And quietly, the years pile up. That dream of coming here, grafting for five years and going back home with enough money to "start something" slowly becomes a pipe dream for many. That was my reality too. When I first landed here,20 odd years ago, I would actually feel guilty about spending money on myself. I could buy a £99 bottle of Issey Miyake aftershave and immediately start thinking about the people I'd left back home. Even something as simple as treating myself to a Double Cheese and Bacon Whopper from Burger King could bring that little pang of guilt. 😅 I'd be sitting there enjoying my burger while part of my mind was thousands of miles away wondering, "Ko kumusha vadyei nhasi?" That's another side of Diaspora life people don't always see. You may be earning pounds, but in your head you're constantly converting them into what that money could do back home. A £99 bottle of aftershave stops being aftershave. It becomes groceries, school fees, electricity or something towards somebody's rent. Suddenly enjoying the fruits of your own labour can feel almost selfish. When I first arrived, it wasn't rosy either. I was fortunate because I had a good, reasonably well-paying trade. Sometimes I think about those doing less rewarding jobs and wonder how they survive. But somehow they do. JAM .....Just About Managing. Take somebody bringing home around £1,800 a month and paying close to £1,000 just for a one-bedroom flat. Before Council Tax, gas, electricity, transport, food and everything else enters the equation, more than half the salary has disappeared. For many people on lower incomes, two salaries in one household are almost a necessity just to get by. And that brings me to another uncomfortable part of the Diaspora story , marriages and relationships.
King Jay🇿🇼20,316 просмотров • 14 дней назад
Car thieves at "indications" inna CID Mutorashanga Stylee! Well done Zimbabwe Republic Police for the swift reaction!
King Jay🇿🇼599,639 просмотров • 2 лет назад
Tsitsitsitsitsi, hahahahaha! I love this! 😆😅😆😅😆My ribs are sore! This cracked me up!
King Jay🇿🇼148,127 просмотров • 9 месяцев назад
Sadly, it’s time to say goodbye to Zimbabwe. What a journey this sojourn has been. A true roller coaster. From laughter and celebrations to heartbreak and grief, then somehow finding moments to smile again through it all. On 11 April, we gathered at the village in Redhill Njanja to celebrate the lives of our dearly departed grandparents, unveiling tombstones for them and for our late uncles too. It was emotional, but beautiful. A family united in remembrance, love and respect. Barely a week later, we were back again under dark clouds, laying my Aunt Grace to rest after her sudden passing. Life can change in an instant. One moment you are celebrating legacy, the next you are mourning loss. That hit hard. Through it all, I was carried by the love, support and warmth of family and friends. I want to thank my sister Charmaine for the logistical support, Blu Innovations Blu-Innovation Auto parts for the service kit, and Oliver “Twist” Madzinga of Cardeck Auto for keeping the Green Beast purring like a content lion. To family, friends and the #PyjamaParty possé, thank you for the laughter, the company and the warmth. To my daughter Cory, thank you for keeping the home fires burning . Thank you Sisi Ruth, Sekuru Manu and Endurance for making my stay comfortable, keeping me well fed, and for all the running around that had to be done behind the scenes. Sekuru Manu, I truly appreciate you. Mama Rose… thank you for everything you do for us. Love you very much. There are simply too many people to mention individually, but every phone call, every plate of food, every lift, every laugh, every comforting word and every embrace meant something. I leave teary-eyed and heavy-hearted. Leaving home never gets easier. But as they say, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. Until next time, Zimbabwe. Cheers for now. Later is gonna be greater.
King Jay🇿🇼82,977 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад
Ndiye nhayi? The lady behind those dreaded messages on Econet Wireless network. "The number you have dialled is not available right now,please try again later" ,and "You have insufficient credit to make this call". Nxaaa! Hahahahahaha, lovely voice though. Loice. The second generation of "Masalad" ,"Masalala" tsitsitsitsitsi
King Jay🇿🇼102,262 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад
##NjanjaChronicles #TheHomecoming #TheKingIsAround Saturday 11 April will sit firmly in my history books ,one of the most memorable, emotional and deeply satisfying days, all wrapped up in a small bag of love. After a full year of planning, 35 grandchildren travelled from across the globe and gathered at the village in Redhill, Njanja, to honour and celebrate the lives and legacy of our dearly departed grandparents, Joseph Mackenzie Magende Pfende (15/10/1910 – 30/06/1988) and Helen Brooks (06/11/1918 – 17/08/1991). My grandfather settled in Redhill around 1940, where he established the first store in the area. A man of few words, but decisive in action. His story deserves more than a single post. My grandmother, Helen, was the daughter of Ambuya Chitema of Chihota and a Scottish immigrant who left soon after her birth. She was strong, hardworking, and deeply rooted in tradition. Despite standing out , light-skinned, with flowing hair , she became part of the community in a way that mattered. She worked the land tirelessly, alongside workers and, at times, us grandchildren during school holidays, while Granddad worked as a chauffeur for the MD of African Distillers in the 1970s. We also took time to remember our uncles. Roger Brooks-Pfende (10/03/1949 – 21/04/1981), whose life was tragically cut short after unknowingly drinking traditional beer laced with poison at a community function , an incident that shook the entire Denhere community. Onias George “Mapepa” Mackenzie Pfende (20/08/1947 – 20/06/1998) , a surveyor par excellence, a storyteller, and a man full of compassion. His work helped shape places like New Ardbennie Industrial area and Rufaro Stadium. Newton Brooks (10/01/1951 – 07/07/2024) , “the philosopher.” A wise, gentle man, a great listener, and one of those uncles I could run to for advice back in my dating days 😆 And Martin Brooks-Pfende (16/03/1942 – 22/10/2001) , a fighter and a brawler, loved his fast cars and everything that came with being the OG in the hood of Kong 😆 He worked at Salisbury Municipality, later Harare City Council. Worked hard. Played hard. For many of us, it was a remembrance and a reunion. Some cousins I hadn’t seen in 25 years. Some meeting for the very first time. There was laughter. There were stories. Drinks flowed, music carried through the night, and a strong team of murooras made sure no one went hungry. We sat around the fire until the early hours, reconnecting, remembering, and restoring something that time had quietly stretched. It was waaaay more than a gathering, it was a homecoming. And to say I need a recharge is an understatement. I’m off the grid Monday and Tuesday 😆
King Jay🇿🇼73,983 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад