Editor : JoeVud (Joseph V)

  "Love is a whisper in the night A gentle touch, a warm delight A spark that ignites, a flame so bright Guiding us through life's plight In your eyes, my heart finds peace With you, my soul finds release Love is the anchor, that holds me tight With you, everything feels just right"

 When people talk about “guns in the wrong hands,” they usually mean the risks that come up when firearms are accessed or used by people who are likely to cause harm—intentionally or accidentally. Here’s a clear, high-level way to look at it: Why it’s a problem Increased violence: Guns make conflicts far more deadly when used in crimes or impulsive situations. Accidents: Unsecured firearms can lead to accidental injuries, especially involving kids or teens. Suicide risk: Easy access to guns raises the danger during moments of crisis. Theft and trafficking: Poor storage can allow guns to be stolen and end up in criminal circulation. Common ways guns end up in the “wrong hands” Unsafe storage (unlocked, loaded, or accessible at home) Illegal sales or straw purchasing (someone buying a gun for another person) Theft from homes or cars Lack of training or oversight What helps reduce the risk Safe storage: Locked, unloaded, with ammunition stored separately. Education: Teaching ...

 I have lived in Pretoria for half my life, but even at almost 50, l still am not ready for mornings like this . I step out of  home in the morning at 7 a.m., greeted by a warm, gentle breeze and sunshine so golden it felt like summer had arrived overnight. The sky was clear; the jacaranda trees glowed purple; the air smelled of warmth and possibility. “Perfect day,” l muttered, locking his door. By the time l drive out—five minutes later—the sky starts to be darkened. A cold wind came crawling in from nowhere, sweeping dust across the pavement. The temperature dropped so suddenly that  l have  to switch the heater for warmth. Laughing. “Ah, Pretoria… you never disappoint.” Halfway to the office, the heavens opened. Not soft rain— a storm . Sheets of water hammered the road, street gutters overflowed instantly, and distant thunder rolled like a grumpy giant waking up too early. People scattered, hiding under bus shelters already too full.  “Ten minutes ago...

 In the not-so-distant future, the world of IT will have undergone a seismic shift. Gone were the days of traditional employment, where companies hires full-time employees to fill specific roles. Instead, the gig economy had taken over, and IT professionals will be embracing the freedom and flexibility that cames with freelancing. Companies had caught on to the benefits of project-based hiring, where they could tap into a global talent pool and scale up or down as needed. Job postings  floated online, and skilled freelancers would bid on projects that matches their expertise. Seasoned IT professionals, making the transition to freelancing in these  years, builds reputations on these  platforms like Toptal and Upwork, and their calendars will always be filled with exciting projects. Skilled  IT engineers helps big compernies to launch their new products. Their projects, some  complex, with tight deadlines, and the clients willing to pay top dollar for the ri...

  As the sun set over the familiar neighborhoods, we as a group of friends gather at our favorite hangout spot, reminiscing about old times and sharing the current. We had been had grown up together, exploring the streets, sharing laughter, and supporting each other through thick and thin. Some of our friends are late. Over the years, we had gone or separate ways, chasing dreams and building careers. Some had moved to different cities, while others had stayed close to home. Despite the distance and varying degrees of success, our bond remained strong. On weekends as  we sat together, we couldn't help but notice the different stages of life we had each reached. Some are married with kids, while others were still pursuing their passions. Some have achieved great professional success, and others have taken  more unconventional paths. One of our friends,  had been always dreaming of starting her own business. He had taken the leap and is now running a successful startup....

  Harare, once known for its vibrant culture and rich history, has now become a drug den that is destroying the lives of its younger generation. The once bustling streets are now filled with the sounds of drug deals being made, and the sweet smell of addiction hangs heavy in the air. I have watched as my city has deteriorated before my eyes, and the saddest part is that we are losing these young people to the grasp of drugs. I have seen bright futures dimmed by the haze of addiction, and promising lives cut short by the poison that flows through their veins. Just last week, I buried one of my young ones who had so much potential. She was a talented bubly girl, with dreams of running her own business and traveling the world. But those dreams were shattered by the lure of drugs, and she became another victim of Harare's cruel grip. As I stood by her graveside, watching as the earth swallowed her up, I felt a sense of deep sadness and pain. The loss of her bright spirit was a blow to ...