My name is Jordy Mazvidzo.
I am not here to beg for permission to speak. I am here because silence is no longer an option.
This is a space where I fight with words, where I tear through the lies they want us to believe. This is where truth lives, where resistance breathes, and where the voice of the people refuses to die. I built this blog because Zimbabwe deserves better — and because the world needs to hear the real story, not the sugar-coated lies sold on state TV.
I stand for the hungry child crying in a shack. I stand for the mother beaten for voting the wrong way. I stand for the student locked up for dreaming out loud. I stand for the old man who fought for freedom and now watches that freedom stolen by a new breed of oppressors.
This is a space where I speak without apology. I don’t write to be neutral. I don’t balance truth against propaganda. I write because justice is not a debate. I write because Zimbabwe is bleeding, and pretending otherwise is betrayal.
If you want sugar-coated stories, look elsewhere.
If you want the truth — raw, angry, burning — you are home.
Here, we remember every stolen election. Every broken promise. Every young life is crushed by greed and violence. And we say: enough.
This is not just a blog. This is a frontline.
This is where hope refuses to die.
This is where the fight for Zimbabwe’s soul continues — one word at a time.
I am Jordy Mazvidzo.
And I am not done speaking.
