I hope this piece makes us as uncomfortable as our silence is unbearable to those who have to bear the consequence of our indifference. It is about time we stopped believing this fable, that as long as everything is fine with me, then all is well in my country.
I must have momentarily forgotten that on the streets of Bulawayo, witnessing such activities was a crime for which one could pay dearly. In these parts, eyewitnesses are a threat to the pickpockets livelihood.
Truth be told, Zimbabwean people – myself included – are a bunch of cowards. And we are selfish. Right now we are busy trying to encourage each other to register to vote in the next general election, scheduled for 2018 but still a lot just think it’s non of their business.
My weight-loss journey has helped me to believe in myself. I have never experienced so much joy and fulfillment. I am in a healthy and happy space emotionally and physically.
The evidence is irrefutable. Where are the police, who do nothing but chase motorists at roadblocks – fundraising points – that outnumber traffic lights on Zimbabwe’s roads? Where is the uncle of this “Reese”character when his nephew is busy kicking women?
My experience at the hardware store took me by surprise, as it reminded of how acceptable and normal it still is to some people, to conclude that a woman can or cannot do certain things. It might have been one man who thinks women should stick to their gender role of knitting, but my experience in the store confirmed a few things about being a woman.
There are things we say because we are still young and inexperienced when it comes to life; cliché kind of statements. At parties, weddings, family reunions, or any such kinds of settings. Statements we grew up hearing adults say to certain people in certain situations. Such statements, when we grow, and learn a bit more about life, we must just abandon.
At the conclusion of the war, we collectively put on a show of pretence. Bob Marley sang “Zimbabwe.” Thomas Mapfumo sang “Rita, Rita, hondo yapera Rita”(the war is over). We celebrated. But nobody ever thought to rebuild the minds that had been traumatised by years of rape, killing and torture.
All I ask of you Mr president, is for you to do something for people like the elderly woman I met today. Because of her age and maybe ill-health, she could not stand upright…
They are familiar with all the latest gadgets and give you unsolicited advice basically on how to upgrade your life, all the while pouring another expensive drink and heaping more food onto their plate.