Tears of a native


My heart bleeds when i think of my nation, I don’t think any other nation has a miserable people as much as my nation does. One can only wish for the night to be longer as day brings nothing more than more problemswhatsapp-image-2016-10-21-at-22-17-16

The breaking of dawn comes with it reminders of the bills that have to be paid, the outstanding salaries, where the next meal will come from and whether or not to switch on your phone. Switching it on would mean the people you owe money might call, one after the other, with all of them asking “How far?”.

Well, one might decide to switch it off for the greater part of the day but then the one who owes you money might call, asking whether to bring the cash or to deposit in the bank. If your phone is unavailable, they would rather deposit it in the bank before they are tempted to pay someone else whom they owe money. That would be a nightmare as no one wants their money deposited in the bank, you might get swollen legs waiting for a very small amount of money.

The usual sight of the CBD nowadays is queues  at every corner, not just queues, long queues where if you get to the bank just a few minutes after eight, you might get the number 300 if you are lucky or you don’t get a number at all and you would have to try another day. It is sad that you would have to keep trying for a very small amount of money.

It is no news that there’s a cash crisis in Zimbabwe. Probably it’s because companies are not depositing the cash because people are not buying from their stores because they do not have money, their money is in the banks and banks cannot give them money because there aren’t much deposits. I am not sure how it really works but the point is, the cash crisis has caused misery in the country.

Whoever thought that bosses of big companies would one day humble themselves in front of Ecocash agents. Some had crammed agent codes and they would just get to the agent and claim they had a cash out of a certain amount and they would get it. To some extent, it has taught people manners and reminded us that no matter one’s position, we will need each other at some point in time.

Nowadays, one has to humble themselves, greet the agent politely, ask how the weather is treating them, whether they are having problems at home or if they need a new pen. After a lengthy conversation they then ask if they have cash, and if they don’t, (which in many cases they don’t)  they ask for the agent’s phone number so as to call and confirm if there’s money or not.

Some of these agents have become wealthy as in every crisis, someone benefits. If they do have the cash and you have created a good relationship with them, they can keep the money for you, with the condition that they get a percentage of that money. One has no option but to comply, you need the money.

After the struggle with getting cash, one is not really keen to go home. With the little cash that one has, they have to balance between bus fare, food for the family as well as other expenses. One goes home with a heavy heart. Thinking of how they will balance work (if they are employed) the following day, standing in the long queue as well as get more money for survival.

As if the economic problems ain’t enough, there comes the water crisis. With the wells going dry in this heat, there’s massive saving of water. No water is thrown out. After bathing, washing the dishes or mopping the floor, everyone knows, the water is for flushing. There now is a reservoir of ‘dirty’ water. Everyone is forced to control their bowls because if they don’t, with the water crisis, one is forced to knock on neighbors gates (who are fortunate enough to have boreholes) frequently. I guess everyone’s prayer these days is not to have diarrhea.

No one wants to be a nuisance to the neighbours, eventually they will get tired of your begging. The City council has let us down. I bet the city fathers don’t even know the stress we all go through just to get a bucket of water as they are living in far much better conditions than all of us.

City council has no mercy for either the residents or the workers. There is poor service delivery in the residential areas with the garbage collectors coming once a month (twice if they feel like it) and one can imagine the flies by the gates when the people take their bins out every Thursday, and the risk of diseases that those flies bring. Now that there’s an outbreak of typhoid, I wonder if they will ‘remember’ the needs of the residents.

To some extent, one cannot blame the city council workers as most of them haven’t been paid in a while. The stress they handle each and every day is sad. Thinking of the school fees, the tummies to feed, and the accumulating bills. The situation is just bad.

Up until when will we remain a crying nation? We’ve gotten used to consoling each other everyday. Telling each other it shall be well when it’s been years now with no change, just worsening conditions. Even graduation ceremonies no longer hold as much value as they used to as nowadays one thinks of what value it brings in going to a graduation ceremony, pulling out resources and leaving parents and guardians in debt when you have no job.

I hope our generation can one day enjoy the fruits of our nation. I hope one day we will be able to bath freely, without thinking of saving dirty water for flushing. I hope being a graduate will one day be something one can be really proud of  and I hope life will get back to where one would never  have to fear of switching on their phone in fear of the loan sharks….One can only hope.



When the Protector becomes the Perpetrator

For the first time in four years, I was afraid to admit that I studied Media, because I didn’t know what would have happened if I had done so. Would they abduct me, would they lock me up in the cells or would they beat me up and leave me with permanent scars that would make me warn my fellow colleagues that the Africa Unity Square is the most dangerous place to be if you are a journalist.

This was the day that Sten Zvorwadza was brutally attacked for protesting, I was at the other end of town, just opposite the parliament, waiting for the protestors to get to the parliament. Upon arrival at the Africa Unity square, I could see that the police had already prepared themselves to attack the protestors once they got anywhere near the parliament. They were in three small groups with their water cannons and small cans (that I assumed had tear gas) attached to their trousers. Continue reading

Naivety from Unemployment: We all are victims

My heart bled as I read the story of Samantha Mhlanga, who was one of the women who were abused in Kuwait. She went through a lot, together with the other women she went with there but one cannot blame them as they had gone to seek employment  and they thought they could make their lives as well as their families’ lives better after they would have settled down. They never thought anything bad would happen and one cannot blame them for being naive, with the current economic situation in Zimbabwe, we all have become naive.

People have begun taking advantage of the current situation to con people and waste people’s time as anyone will go anywhere where there seems to be hope or promises of jobs. I recently completed my degree and despite the CVs I have dropped at different companies there hasn’t been a response as yet and all I do is hope that soon, my phone will ring for an interview, and as each day passes, the levels of depression rise. Continue reading

‘Lovely Violence’:The emotional scars that never heal

Nine years later, with vivid memories lingering,she narrates her ordeal about what she went through at that time. There are scars on her body that remind her of the man she used to love dearly but had the weirdest way of showing his love to her. Although the wounds have healed, the emotional scars will never heal, she still is traumatised. “Why didn’t she run?” is what we are quick to ask but when we are in  abusive relationships, at times we do not realise it, we think it is love, even defending the perpetrators of abuse with statements like kuchengera rudo or ulobukhwele. Nandi, was abused by her fiancé 9 years ago and she narrates her story: Continue reading

For the Bible says ‘…beware of false prophets…’

Nowadays, people fear to express their feelings or doubts on any  prophets’ miracles as the next person might be an avid follower of that particular prophet and saying anything that threatens their faith might leave you scarred  after  a few blows would have landed on your face. ‘The bible says touch not my anointed ones’ is what they have to say in their defense therefore you are not supposed to comment but just believe in the prophets’ miracles.

The same bible that says touch not my anointed ones is the same bible that warns us about false prophets. Matthew 24:24 says “For false christs and false prophets will arise and perform great signs and wonders so as to lead astray, if possible, even the elect,”(ESV). When miracles are performed, are we wrong in questioning the authenticity of the prophet lest we become blinded and we are led astray?false prophets Continue reading

A day in the life of a vendor

It’s 4am in the morning, already she’s on her way to Mbare musika to get fresh vegetables for her small market. It’s dark and she’s hoping she gets a lift before some thug attacks her and robs her of her $30 that she’s going to use to buy the produce and her Nokia c3, or worse still rape her. She could have asked her husband to accompany her to the bus stop but he surely won’t wake up after he came home drunk two hours ago. Waking him up might risk herself getting beat up for waking him up or even taking ten dollars from the thirty she has, which might risk her business. She would rather risk her life for the sustenance of her family.

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Letter to My Younger Brothers and Sisters : Word before you go back to school

My dear brothers and sisters

The holidays are almost over and I am sure you can’t wait to go back to school. Opening day is going to seem short as everyone will be eager to share their experiences during the vacation: how you traveled to another country, how you had the perfect Christmas, how you met up with who at the movies and all. Some stories will be true but for some, they will have to make up stories so as to fit in with the rest. My dear brothers and sisters, in as much as you can’t wait to go back to school to show off, never forget the reason why you are going to school in the first place.

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