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WALK FOR FREEDOM – 105KM FOR ZIMBABWE
From Brighton Pier to Hampton Court, London, dubbed the Walk for Freedom — 105km of relentless walking. Two days of pain, fatigue, and pushing past our limits. It wasn’t easy. Every step was a battle against tired legs, sore feet, and exhaustion. But for my country, it was worth every moment of hardship. The two-day journey shone a light on the regime’s long-standing record of political oppression, election rigging, corruption, enforced disappearances, and economic mismanagement — all of which continue to suffocate millions of Zimbabweans at home and in exile.
Why 105KM?
The distance symbolises the endurance and resilience of Zimbabweans across decades of suffering. It represents the long, painful road the nation has travelled — and the hope that still remains for freedom, justice, and democratic change. We walked because Zimbabwe is suffering under the weight of human rights abuses caused by the ZANU-PF regime. We walked for the silenced, the oppressed, and those who cannot walk for themselves. We walked to say: enough is enough.
“We walked for those who cannot walk— for every Zimbabwean whose voice has been silenced, for every activist who’s been jailed, for every citizen living in fear.”
“This isn’t just a walk. It’s a cry for justice. It’s a call to the world to stop ignoring Zimbabwe’s pain.”- Kelvin T Mhlanga
Under ZANU PF, Zimbabwe has seen:
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Walking for Freedom:
Honouring Zimbabwe’s Fallen Heroes Through Action, Not Empty Ceremonies:
Tears once fell like rivers during Zimbabwe’s liberation struggle — rivers so vast they seemed to flood the land. In those days, Matapi Flats were built to house workers powering a growing economy. Men and women walked miles to cross into Mozambique, Zambia, and Tanzania for military training. Those who stayed behind risked everything to act as collaborators. Blood was shed, lives lost, and hopes pinned on a dream of an independent nation.
Yet, decades later, the country’s heroes might scarcely recognise the land they fought for. Today, Zimbabwe boasts a well-decorated National Heroes Acre, but the spirits of the fallen could be imagined roaming the streets in silent fury. From afar, they might see the unthinkable:
those who never stepped onto the battlefield now feasting from gold and silver plates, while the ordinary citizens they once fought to liberate die in collapsing hospitals, sell wares on the streets despite university degrees, and watch their ancestral land handed to foreign investors with government blessing.
Clean water is scarce, medication elusive unless one is connected to the powerful. Women are reduced to following the presidential entourage from rally to rally, dancing for a few dollars to feed their families. Elderly women practice suggestive dances — not for joy, but in the desperate hope of earning a $20 or $50 handout.
